Madam Loaner

Then there is a long spell when she is moody even when we are alone. She has me following her, box in my hand, up one path, down another. She stops for some personal grooming and ignores me. Out of patience, I sit on the box several feet from her and say, “I know you think I have no pride, but I am going to count to ten, and if you don’t come running to me by then I won’t speak to you ever again.”

I reach the count of five, when suddenly she darts to me and onto my lap.

I don’t know how or why. Perhaps it was the tone of my voice.

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