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Flanked by potted plants and framed by clean lace curtains, he was seated in the window of a warm-looking room: I wondered what his name was, for I was certain he had one now, certain he'd arrived somewhere he belonged (19.1).
Holly's cat finally finds a home in his owner's absence, and the narrator knows it's a home because someone cares enough to give him a name and to claim him. The cat finally belongs to someone, and this is what makes this place home.
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African hut or whatever, I hope Holly has, too (19.1).
This is the narrator's final wish for Holly – that she finds a place that feels like home no matter where it is or what it looks like. He wants her to feel the sense of belonging that her cat finally gets to experience.
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For I was in love with her. Just as I'd once been in love with my mother's elderly colored cook and a postman who let me follow him on his rounds and a whole family named McKendrick. That category of love generates jealousy, too (11.1).
The narrator's love for Holly is hard to pin down. He likens it to the other times in his life when he has felt great affection for people who were kind to him. But he also admits to feeling jealous when it comes to Holly, and this suggests there's indeed something more than affection going on. He is in love with her – he doesn't just love her.