“Lets go to work Fate”, Jon said.
Fate wagged her tail, stretched a long downward dog and looked at Jon, expectantly.
She knew just what he was saying, maybe not exactly what the work would be, but that Jon would bring her to a place she wanted to go.
Fate’s work is at The Mansion this afternoon.
She’ll learn to sit still while Jon reads, a variety of books from The Wonky Donkey to Gabriel Garcia’s Marquez’s One Hundred Years Of Solitude to some of the people who live there. He usually has a good crowd for his readings and I can’t blame them for showing up. Jon has a sonorous voice that’s a delight to listen to.
I remember talking to writer Rita Mae Brown, at a joint reading she and Jon were having in Washington DC, about the beauty of Jon’s voice.
And that works out well, because Jon is rarely at a loss for words.
Maria, remember that you have a special voice too!
Oh Thank you Nancy.
Jon does have a sonorous voice. When I ready your description, it made me smile because that is the exact right word for it.
Sharon, I looked it up before using it. I thought it was the right word but wasn’t really sure of it’s meaning. But when I looked it up, it was just right.