I couldn't remember the cats' names any better than the dogs'. Four of them were named after the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and all I could really recall was that Famine ironically weighed about thirty pounds.
Polly Hall was thirteen but wore enough makeup to rival a 40-year-old whore.
Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.
