They delivered the freezer at ten. Conor helped them move it down to the basement while Brigitte, (in wolf form), and I watched from the living room.

"Is that a wolf?" One of the delivery men asked. "That thing is huge."

"Isn't she beautiful, though," I said. The wolf yipped. "It's tame. You don't have to worry about it unless you intend doing some harm. Then, I guess you'd be missing an arm."

Brigitte lay on her back and I leaned down and rubbed her tummy. "Such a good girl." She kicked her legs a little. "So cute."

The freezer delivered, we went back to Kennebec and picked up five...