sixty-something cat lover and bookworm.
I think there’s a partial shot of someone in a straightjacket on the other side of the March Hare.
I think the cat belongs to her girlfriend.
Ah, yes, St. Gertrude, patron saint of cats and cat lovers! Poor Gert, seems Patrick got all the publicity for the 17th!
Older land line phone—the kind with a coiled cord that hung on the wall.
Maybe thirteen-year olds? Older than Nancy, at any rate.