The two of us together for meals and for life. One controlling the bits that don't fit the stereotype with a knife, the other trying to adapt to what is before us.
Was it an argument that had silenced but not defused? Or was it just agitation within my own mind and heart? I really don't remember now all these years later, but I do remember a visit to the petting zoo on the island that settled my spirit because Duchess, the retired police horse, came to stand near me and stayed there focused on me even as others tried to get her attention.