Tina and Jerry drove up from the East Bay. Her parents live in
a suburbs East of the tunnel. His in Berkeley.
Brought me a wonderful present. It was a piece of wood about
one foot long into which five photographs had been set.
A progression of pictures of Murphy. Out in the meadow. Walking
towards the back of my house. Up the stairs. Into the screen
porch. Sitting on my lap. Tina had taken the photos. Jerry had made the
frame.