The doorbell rang. Ralph looked at me sadly. I patted his flank gently, and
then we went to answer the door.
I pictured Joshua slopped on the head of a horse, filling the animals ears w
ith himself. It was a disturbing image, to say the least. "That's terrible,"
"Fair enough," I said.
"That's what I love about you, Miranda," I said. "Your firm bedrock of moral