I finally decided to place it atop her pillow and let her find it. I could hardly wait.It didn't happen a week later, when we sat for forty-five minut...s over lunch, in the middle of a park on the Charles, in bitterly cold sun, bundled under the comforter and drinking hot tea from thermoses, because Elizabeth missed the sunlight. I didn't ruin it then.You want another scene? Imagine this. We're naked, as usual, on my couch, nuzzling each other, and I'm stroking her puss. One finger quick down. ”Peter’s mother said, “I don’t mean now. I mean after the baby is born. What kind of parents are they going to be?”Peter’s father replied, “I think they’re going to be good parents.”“Why do you say that?” Mary wondered if they were talking about a different couple than the one she had been watching for the past week.“They’re smart. Peter always finds an expert when there’s something he doesn’t know how to do. That’s why they hired Mary, isn’t it?”“Yes.”“Little Donald is going to have more. There was a moment of silence before the ground started to shake and the sound of leaves brushing against fur reached my ears. I dared not look up until the animal stood before me. My eyes traveled up his body until I reached his head. He stood on his hind legs, his massive frame towering above me like certain doom.His right paw left his side and his claws appeared. I closed my eyes and waited for the end. The whistling of claws through air told me my life was coming to an end.His claws never. Were they going to open the race for all Farr’s? How many were in the area and was there an inspector and a judge. Would they hold the race here or in Pentwater? Would spinnakers be allowed? Would there be prizes or trophies.Tyche started kicking shins. “STOP!”And they did.“Get your boats,” she said. “Tonight!”So ... overnight eleven 3.7 Farr racing dinghies materialized along the City Marina shore.You thought the Charter-boat captains were pissed before? The parking peninsula was Farr.