She's good, all right.
Strange love is my favorite.
Sometimes, in the middle of breaking your heart, there are these sweet little nuggets.Like this one from
Breathing:He awoke to a dim room and a warm, wet sensation on his face. He knew that kiss. He opened his eyes to find his beagle staring balefully at him. Hoshi held him, squirming in her arms, just next to his master’s cheek. The dog licked his jaw, his forehead, his eyelids, whining softly. “Hey,” Archer said on an exhalation, smiling.
“He’s been asking for you, sir,” Hoshi explained sheepishly. “I speak beagle pretty fluently now, and he told me he wanted to see you. He misses you.” She valiantly fought to keep her face composed. “I brought you something else, too, sir.” Placing the dog gently on the floor, she rolled a small portable table, one that the doctor used to hold his trays of instruments, over to the bed. There was a computer monitor on it. She flipped a switch, and the screen was filled with stars. To an eye less practiced than his, there seemed to be no movement, but he knew better. “It’s the view from your Ready Room window,” she said. “It was Travis’ idea.”
