You are a feeble and enfettered creature designed solely for our pleasure, we joke. I take her in my arms. Give me Hell. I reach for the red wine, she leaves her hand on mine, I remove my hand to nowhere, tell me some more. No, this is where we walk, and the ground obeys us and I see a snake with claws it reminds me that the decision can wait, each structure will be managed separately and the cat collapses in my arms and I kiss her so that in the future our fame will become precious, or at least, as fragile as this white kitten that has taught me so much about God.