Free Cat Trick by Sofie Kelly

and purple tie-dye tank she had on underneath.
     I was pretty sure Ruby had made it. “Everyone was where you are when they first started.
     You just take it a movement at a time.”
    Taylor shook her head. She didn’t look convinced.
    “It’s just like eating an elephant,” Ruby said, walking over to us as she pulled the
     elastics off her pigtails.
    Roma frowned at her over the top of her teacup. “I don’t get what you mean,” she said.
     “How do you eat an elephant?”
    Ruby grinned. “A bite at a time.”
    Everyone groaned, and Ruby made a face at us. Then she turned to Taylor. “If you keep
     at it and you practice, you’ll get it all. Anytime you want to come over to my studio
     and practice with me, you can.”
    “Really?” Taylor said. “Because I know my right hand isn’t, well, right when I do
     White Crane Spreads Wings.”
    “Show me,” Ruby said, draping the towel around her neck. She looked at Maggie. “You
     don’t mind?”
    Mags made a sweeping movement with one hand. “Go ahead.”
    Taylor followed Ruby over to a spot near the middle of the studio.
    Roma took another sip of her tea and turned to Maggie. “Do you have any idea what’s
     going to happen with the food tasting and the art show now that Mike Glazer is dead?”
    Maggie shook her head. “I was telling Kathleen earlier that Liam was having a meeting
     with the others on the committee while we were doing class.” She glanced over at the
     clock above the door. “They’ve probably decided what to do by now.”
    “You think they’ll go ahead?” Roma asked.
    “With the show and the tasting?” Maggie said, grabbing a cup to make herself some
     tea. “I think they might as well. We were only a few days from it all coming together.
     I hate to see everyone’s hard work go to waste. As far as the pitch to the tour company,
     I think that’s done.” She reached for the box of chocolate-spice tea bags. “I don’t
     think it was going to work anyway, even if Mike hadn’t had a heart attack or whatever
     it was.”
    For a moment I could almost feel the man’s cold skin under my fingers. I swallowed
     as my stomach tightened. “Why do you say that?” I asked.
    Maggie dropped a tea bag into her cup and added hot water. The tea smelled delicious—like
     cloves and chocolate. “I hope Mike was welcomed by the light,” she said, “and I don’t
     like to be critical of someone who isn’t here to defend himself anymore, but most
     of the time, he acted like he thought we were all a bunch of small-town hicks.”
    I thought about Burtis fingering the sledgehammer while Mike ranted at him and about
     Mary saying she was going to kick Mike’s backside between two light posts like a placekicker
     going for three points. Given what I suspected about how Mike Glazer had died, I didn’t
     like knowing how many people had disliked working with the man.
    “I noticed that last night,” I said carefully.
    “But maybe it was just that he knew what kinds of things his customers were looking
     for in a getaway,” Roma offered.
    Maggie shook her head. “It was more than having high standards. I don’t have a problem
     with that. I have very high standards for how my art is displayed.” She sighed. “I
     got the feeling Mike thought we didn’t know how to do things properly, let alone well.”
    Roma drank the last of her tea and set the cup on the table. “It sounds as though
     he’d forgotten where he came from.”
    “Maybe he didn’t want to remember,” I said quietly.
    Maggie and Roma both looked at me. “What do you mean?” Maggie asked.
    “Wren Magnusson came into the library looking for Mary,” I said. “Susan told me about
     Mike’s brother.”
    Maggie laced her fingers around her cup of tea. “I’d forgotten about that,” she said.
     She turned to Roma. “You were gone when Gavin Glazer was killed in that car accident,
     weren’t you?”
    Roma nodded. “But I remember reading about it. His car went off