He studied me. “What you need,” he said finally, “is a thunder jacket.” “A what?” “One of those really snug jackets they put on dogs who are scared of thunder. I mean, good grief! Do you keep an itemized list of things to worry about? How do you remember them all?” “But wouldn’t this jacket have four sleeves?” I asked. “What’ll I do with the extra two?” “Add that to your worry list,” he suggested. I laughed and stood up to fetch the coffeepot.
