Saturday, October 17, 2009


The other night Amanda and I were reading downstairs while Corin was taking a nap. She heard something that might have been Corin, but might also have been the cat. "Steve, can you tell what that is?" she asked me.

I stared up toward the dim stairway, and thought I could see something there, but it didn't seem to be moving — maybe a sweater than had been dropped there. "I'm not sure," I said tentatively.

"I'm Corin," came the clearly offended voice from the darkness.

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