In other words, Cates was still a cop and she was still an inner-city teenage single mom.

Know me as the creator of the cates, know me also as the Eternal one that creates nothing.

"He is still alive—but unconscious," sighed Mrs. Cates, shaking her head mournfully.

There was hot bread, too, and sundry ‘cates’ which would now be strange to our eyes.

Torrent meanwhile encountered a giant named Weraunt, Cates brother, and slew him in a hard struggle, but was himself wounded.

The rest of the help ate in the kitchen, but Mrs. Cates realized that this was no time for the girl to be alone.