The poor cat i' the adage is hesitating at another brink, darting out a paw.
A very old and dear friend has asked me to spend a day or two at her 300-year-old house in the Berkshires, in leaf season, for conversation and woods walking.
But I'd have to take two buses, changing in Springfield, and the T to the bus. Dare I risk it?
I will have had my
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