The street was too dark to see what kind.It had been about an hour earlier, around ten, when his phone rang. It was his daughter Alice."Daddy?" Alice?...Is it really you?" It's me, daddy. I just landed at the airport." Here? In Indy?" Here! I'll be home in about an hour." For good?"There was silence for a second. "No. Not for good. I want to see you and Tonia, and get some items in my room. But I won't be staying. You'll see why." Are you okay, Alice? You sound... different." I'm fine, daddy.. I looked over to see him on all fours, coughing, almost vomiting, and making a sound sounding something like a mix between a groan of pain and a growl, breathing hard as his body heaved. He’s going to hate me for lying to him…I thought. I told him what I was told. It doesn’t hurt. Which it doesn’t, at least as much as it would if you were expecing the pain, and especially if you were against it coming. He let out a half scream/half howl and suddenly there was a wolf standing where he had just. He milked several dozen goats out of a herd of more than a hundred, ran their milk through a cream separator, and once a week loaded the cream cans into a battered Model A truck to deliver it to the creamery in Winthrop. His pal Purdy usually rode with him to town. The spectacle of the two bachelors, one short and slight, dressed all in black; one tall and gangling, in grimy blue, was a "normal" eccentricity of Methow Valley life.Patch was leaning against the cracked fender of his Model A. His soft eyes met mine, dropped to see my hand holding the dress up then up over my shoulder, flashing intrigue. I glanced over my shoulder to discover what it was. Through the wall mirror, he had a clear view of my behind, clad only in my black thong, and my bare back.“I like them,” he said. “I’m sorry, I’ll just take my shorts, but I do like them. You should buy them, definitely. They are stunning. Although I suspect you’d look fabulous in anything.” His eyes were glued to the mirror.As I.