MY DEAD GRANDMOTHER SAT ON A COUCH OCCUPIED BY A FEW OTHER DEAD WOMEN IN (SOME KIND OF) A WAITING ROOM. SHE SEEMED HAPPY BUT DISTRACTED. ONE OF HER FRIENDS ASKED ME WHO WOULD TAKE CARE OF MY GRANDMOTHER'S CAT NOW THAT SHE WAS DEAD. I SCRATCHED THE CHEEK OF THE CAT. ON EITHER SIDE OF THE CAT'S MUZZLE, IN PLACE OF ORDINARY WHISKERS, THERE WAS A CONSTELLATION OF ACTUAL STARS. EACH CONSTELLATION WAS AN EXACT MIRROR OF THE OTHER. I WAS A LITTLE SAD. MY GRANDMOTHER NEVER HAD CAT.