But then, what is to us a sudden thing, this:
On the daybed, they touched paws and went to sleep. Who can explain these things? I don't think I want to. It didn't completely transform the atmosphere, just this morning, Oliver thwacked Solomon's head against the refrigerator door. But to know they can, for a hour at least, touch paws and sleep, it speaks of mysteries, the unknowable, the unexpected, the small miracle of sudden, unexplainable, unpredictable peace.