“He lay on his back and rol ed me into his side. Throughout al of this, I was silent and compliant, mainly because I was trying to decide how many types of fool I was. I was settling on twenty-seven types of fool when Hank spoke. “I think I prefer you talking.” “I’m sleepy,” I lied. “You’re thinking and the way your mind works, that’s probably not a good thing.” “You don’t know the way my mind works,” I told him. “You’ve talked yourself into thinking al igators are cute.” “I didn’t talk myself i...nto it. Have you looked at an al igator? They are cute.” His body moved with laughter. “And owls are cute,” I went on, nonsensical y, ignoring his laughter, or more likely, because of his laughter. “I’ve always wanted to own an owl. Like Florence Nightingale. She carried one in her pocket.” His body kept moving, except I could tel instinctively the laughter had turned deeper. Then a thought struck me and I got up on an elbow. “Hey, are you related to her?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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