Jenny stopped. She didn’t know what was going to happen next. Either her brother was going to be released from prison and all hell will break loose, or the jury will find him guilty and she can return to her normal life.

Muffin the tabby liked lots of catty things: string, catnip, napping. But he didn’t like boxes. All the other cats couldn’t get enough of them, sitting in them, slapping them, chewing them. Muffin didn’t get it. Until one night when he learned the true meaning of Boxmas.

The shaking only intensified as every clock on the wall of the clock store rang. The ringing was louder and longer than she’d ever heard. A white faced office clock was the first to shake loose and with a bang in hit the floor. It was quickly joined by a cuckoo, a grandfather,

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.