George Stanford was in so much pain that he couldn't help but want to vent. He glanced askance at Sophie Sullivan. "So, are you going to stew it or not?"
"Stew it!"
Sophie Sullivan held Harry in the air, gripping its tail with one hand. "With all this fat, it should be tender and delicious when stewed, quite nourishing."
"MEOW!" Harry seemed to sense the danger and wailed meekly.
When Sophie Sullivan looked at it, it immediately lowered its head and cowered into a ball.
"Heh heh, Fiona, you're the kind one." George Stanford started to laugh, but the laughter quickly turned into a pained gasp, and he began to wail.
Seeing him in so much pain, Sophie Sullivan said to the nurse nearby, "Can you give him some painkillers?"
"Certainly," the nurse responded promptly.
Sophie Sullivan's gaze fell on George Stanford's face. She was holding Harry's fluffy tail, swinging it uncomfortably. "Old Mr. Stanford, um... I'm sorry."
