Changes are afloat and my sister is moody. The dog seems tentative and sad. There is no contest now, he gets the love. I get the love of the people who say Yeah to anything and everything. I get the love of the well-wishers and the Girl-scout who sells too many Mystic Mints. This is officially the last night I do any of it. I bend to kiss him and he says, oh once more. This caving home allows me to do what he wants, the walls don’t stop me.