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Doll in the garden7/7/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() The real estate agent who’d helped us find a place we could afford had warned Mom and me that Miss Cooper wasn’t very friendly and didn’t particularly like children. The hand grasping her cane was knotted with veins, and her collarbones stuck out above the loose neckline of her flowered dress. Her face was furrowed with wrinkles, and her nose jutted out like a hawk’s beak, sharp and cruel. Miss Cooper was the oldest human being I’d ever seen. It’s my cat Oscar, I said, trying hard not to stare at her. She was speaking to me, but she was looking at the plastic cat carrier I was toting. ![]() She watched us walk up the sidewalk toward the house, and the first thing she said was, What’s in there? My mother and I were renting the top floor of what had once been a big single-family house, and the owner, Miss Cooper, was sitting on the front porch when we arrived in our rented truck. ![]() THE DAY WE MOVED into Monkton Mills, I made an enemy of our new landlady. My cousin, Colleen Nugent Chapter 1 The Cat Hater Library of Congress cataloging-in-publication data is available. For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to or to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 3 Park Avenue, 19th Floor, New York, New York 10016.Ĭlarion Books is an imprint of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company.Ĭover photograph © David Field/Caterpillar Media Text copyright © 1989 by Mary Downing HahnĪll rights reserved. ![]()
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