![]() He had seen that expression many times as the animal responded to his mother’s touch. He saw the cat stretching its head and flattening its eyes. Junior, curious at not hearing her sobs, opened the door, and saw her squatting down rubbing the cat’s back. The blue eyes in the black face held her. Pecola rubbed the cat’s head he whined, his tongue flicking with pleasure. He was black all over, deep silky black, and his eyes, pointing down toward his nose, were bluish green. Momentarily distracted from her fear, she squatted down to touch him, her hands wet from the tears. When something soft and furry moved around her ankles, she jumped, and saw it was the cat. The tears came fast, and she held her face in her hands. Pecola’s banging on the door increased his gasping, high-pitched laughter. “No!” He pushed her down, ran out the door that separated the rooms, and held it shut with his hands. When she started toward the doorway, Junior leaped in front of her. Pecola touched the scratched place on her face and felt tears coming. Junior was laughing and running around the room clutching his stomach delightedly. ![]()
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