Sunday, September 13, 2009
Demure Jinx coveted Sir Duke. He had an acute interest in Taffy. Sir Duke’s eyes see-sawed between them. Taffy bared her teeth to Jinx. Jinx looked away. Womb envy? Hardly, I say. For one month later, I watched grandchildren forty-one through fifty-seven hop playfully around the warren.
Posted by Jim Harrington at 4:30 PM