“Why are you sad?” “It’s complicated,” he said. “Why?” This probably wasn’t worth explaining to the fur-person, but he tried. “My greatest fear is that I will lose Beryl Bowman, my dearest Terrible One.” “Beryl does not get lost,” Snaps said. “She only finds. She found me. She found you. And we are still found, see?” A fuzzy head bumped his lower limb.
