How to Howl At the Moon
“You have to go by tomorrow and see her. Get her scent. She’s the most adorable little black-haired baby you ever saw! Her eyes are already as blue as yours!”Lance grunted in agreement and took another bite of beef stew. How his mother had managed the stew when she’d been at the McGurver’s all day helping Jane McGurver deliver was a mystery. Then again, his mother generated food the way a wellspring generated water. It just bubbled up all around her.“Baby Samantha is not even a day old,” Lance pointed out. “There’s plenty of time to get her scent.”“Oh, heavens!” His mother finally stopped fussing around the kitchen and sat down to her own bowl of stew. “I knew at first glance she was quickened. The little pads on her fingers are all plump and wide—cutest thing you ever saw!”“Of course she’s quick. Both her parents are.”“There is nothing on this earth more adorable than a baby quick,” his mother insisted. “Like a baby and a puppy all rolled into one.”This was a common pronouncement of h...is mother’s.MoreLess
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