Mosaicing in the sun with well-known stars
I can still see her coming down the bathhouse path, with an unknown skinny black&white dog on a frayed rope, and her with a smiling face. “Oh no!” was my spontaneous reaction, “Nonono, I don’t want a stray dog anymore!” “But I do!” Irma replied cheerfully and unfazed, “it’s a sweetheart, and I call him …