“You ever been to the British Museum?” he asked me.
“Couple of times.” I like museums.
“There’s a tablet there. Babylonian; before the Bible. Bunch of cats exiled or something. The were called Amankandu. ‘People who in sorrow roam’. Their leader was named Ka’in.”
It made sense. Kicked out of the garden, wandering. “Banned be thou from the soil which has received thy brother’s blood,” I said.
“They’re still out there, the Amankandu. Still wandering. And when they meet, they know one another.” He raised his glass to me.