It was set in southeast Oklahoma, in a rural area, and the plot had all the family drama and emotional mess of Faulkner and Williams without being, you know, set in the Mississippi delta. Except that one of the characters had a southern drawl that seemed sort of out of place.

He would not stop kneading my sweater or trying to stick his nose in my water glass, no matter how much I kept picking his paws up or shooing him away from the glass. I'm okay with him sitting on me, but I'd like to have my own drink, not a shared one.