paths were blocked by his extendable leash, but no one except me — who had remained seated and thus was not actually inconvenienced — seemed to mind. “Oh my God!” my fellow guests cried, as if it were a baby panda they had stumbled upon. “How adorable are you?” One woman announced that she had two fur babies waiting for her at home. “It must kill you to be separated from them,” the whore who’d set the plate on the carpet said. “Oh, it does,” admitted the jism-soaked hag who had started the conversation. “But they’ll see Mommy soon enough.”
