Fill in the blanks with the correct words.(20 points, 2 points for each) Now I’m terribly sad, too, thinking about that little cat—such a 1 life—and I can’t see with all the rain. But it gets worse because this idea 2 me out of nowhere—she only had a 3 life. Borrowed things have to be returned, I’m thinking. And I don’t know why, but something borrowed and something blue runs 4 my head. Maybe that’s all she had—nothing old or new. Then a memory of our little daughter who died ten or fifteen minutes after she was born 5 out. She didn’t come with all her parts and when the doctor saw what she looked like, he tossed her onto the 6 steel sink in the delivery room. I suppose he meant well, but I remember her gasps and her 7 —then she was 8 ( and I remember how normal her tiny hands looked). My wife didn’t see—she was 9 . But I did. And then there was my sister who died from hate and 10 —no old and on new in her life, only defeat—maybe like Black Angus. These thoughts are flying by in forms resembling shadows at warp speed.