Story: ‘The Place for Love in Human Life’
Diane Williams, 17 April 2025
His spaniel was up on its hind legs, paws on his master’s belly, where my paws happily had lately been.
He was my host, and I ate his food, while others there were still at it, too, and the plate set in front of me gave off a hopeful fragrance.
This man, not seated at the table – my host – stood cross-legged next to it, while balancing himself against a dining chair.
No, I was...