We bounced out the front door of Petunia's, pug in tow, laughing and talking all the way to the center of town and the library there. All hail the conquering heroettes and all that. It was the kind of perfect crystal cold day January winters in these parts were famous for, the wind brisk enough I felt it but didn't care, not while Daisy hurried along beside me, Petunia barking her happiness at being outdoors and our delighted, excited state. I even swung my arms in unbridled joy, ...