mister mist r. today. he must have smelled her scent mixed with mine and again bounced down the back stairs excitedly, looking around and back at me, where?  i said sorry, she's not here, she went to her mom's, but we're going to the beach! oh. okay, den. and he shuffles along behind me with that look that makes my heart feel like a kite pulled up high in the sky by a celestial wind.