Don’t Say ‘No’ to a Cold Winter’s Night
Sweat dries then chills my exposed throat as I return home from a run in the
“Not again!” No light shines; another power outage, frigid night. Muscle
memory steers me down the hall, into my bedroom.
A blast of heat, an odor—sour, putrid, noxious—strikes me. I turn, and
plunge into a wall of panting, quivering fur.