At A Restaurant Dinner, My Family Asked Me To Sign Something I Was Not Expecting

than almost anything else in the world since the night she was born. In the morning she woke up before me and I heard her talking to Fig in the low, serious tone she used with animals, telling him about Biscuit, explaining their relative sizes, assuring him that Biscuit was very nice even though he mostly preferred his bowl.

I lay in the thin morning continue reading …