Two Ghost’s Salvation
ISAL AND JUDE SHIMMERED into view near the barn stall where I was bottle-feeding the new calf.
“Oh, it’s so cute!” Jude exclaimed. “Cute dark eyes and all-black. Darling!”
“Just like you’d dressed it yourself,” Sal added.
“Oh I think he’s got a lot of both of you in him,” I said. “He’s quite energetic for being just a few hours old, and still has a lot of sense in what he does.”
I had the calf backed against the wood slats of the fence between us. His middle was between my legs and one of my bare hands was holding the plastic milk bottle in his mouth, while the other stroked his neck.
Jude bent to look under the slats. “Oh, I can see now why you call it ‘him.’ Pretty well-endowed for his age.”
“And you’d have to be our local expert on male anatomy.” Added Sal w
