Having seen a one-eyed cat, who made himself comfortable in the box on the sofa, he could not help but smile. Nothing changed. Hanging from hooks pots and pans sparkling clean, old furniture was making a subtle pine scent. On the mantelpiece were photographs. Cole squinted, trying to see them from his seat: dark-haired baby, animals, Derek, Gladys ... His heart sank. He finished his tea in one gulp, and picked up the bag with the image of a bear cub. - This oatmeal for Sean, you are not going to eat it, - said Gladys. - Now I'll feed him and prepare something for you. You can chat with him, he likes it.