"I'm so glad you came in."I'm so glad you came in. Mom!" she said again, reaching out with her nearer ten and dragging P'nyssa into the party. She giggled brightly. "P'raine," I said, "How old are you? Your old man seems to have forgotten." "I'm two hundred twelve, Dad, and you know it. You send me a card every year, no matter where in the universe I am." "You mean Dave tells me he's sent you card." "Is that how it works? I wondered where you found the time for all that writing." She laughed again. She turned and grabbed a handful of the liquid soap we use (with a furry in the household, you think I could use bar soap?) and proceeded to rub it all into my chest. "Do me," she said. I responded cautiously, taking the soap and carefully scratching it under her fur, trying to clean her pelt. |