PREDICTABLY, HARMONY refused to obey my ultimatum. Equally predictably, she thought I was nuts to even suggest such a thing.
“We can talk more about this tomorrow,” the human interjected when my words disintegrated into a pile of muddled explanation...that didn’t, you know, actually explain anything. Then Harmony disappeared into the room already occupied by her mother and baby, leaving me no alternative save retreating back into my own space to gnaw on the issue alone.
And for the first few minutes, I tried to walk my worries away right there in my borrowed bedroom. But, let’s be honest, pacing down a six-foot-long aisle partially obstructed by a chest of drawers on one side and an overhanging comforter on the other isn’t entirely satisfying. Unsurprisingly, I soon found myself growing
