“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.