This scrap is short because my writing hour was sort of cut into by a buddy who had a drama attack. I was going to explain that Jan had been getting a little tubby from having Shine-sized meals with his tiger and the two of them were going to go to Chinatown and enjoy a bunch of time on the subway.   But that’ll just have to wait now, won’t it? Remember kids, just say no to drama!  [This has been a public service message by the Committee to Make Post Descriptions Longer Than The Posts Themselves.]

I sat on the balcony with Jan and watched the sun go down over the city.  It felt like it was going to be a pretty warm night.  I took my fox’s hand and led him back through the apartment and out the front door.

“Where are we going?” he said.

“Anywhere we want.”

“How about food?”