THE DAY OF OUR SECOND try at a Naming Ceremony, Luke stuck to my side like super glue. Or, more specifically, like my only working hand was bound to one of his with a backup purple rubber band.
“I really think I could take off the sling and...” I started.
“Hold this,” Ruth interrupted, dumping her daughter on us as if the pup was an unwanted sack of groceries. “It would be nice if she wasn’t furry for the ceremony.”
I tried to dodge, but Luke raised our shared arms to accept the recently washed wolf pup. His chin bent down for an extended sniff.
When his eyelids drifted closed in pure skinless bliss, I accepted the inevitable. “Okay,” I agreed, submitting to my sister-in-law’s heavy-handed manipulation.
And, speaking of manipulation.... “This location was inspired,” I added. “Stewart
