Most people don’t believe me when I say my snakes seem to have something akin to affection for me.
I have no other explanation for Bob’s comforting behavior, unless God simply used him to hug me, in His stead.
Every time I read Joe Hills’s “Horns” I can’t help thinking of you throughout.
(Cruelies against them from some characters; but also a lot of thinking and affection from them.)