Back in the 1960s.there was a biological supply house over at 21st and gage in Topeka, and a guy had a bunch of Italian Wall Lizards, and we know he died in the 1960s.

I try to ignore the fact that he's sprawled out next to me in all his birthday suit glory right now which totally confuses the hell out of me. What am I supposed to be doing? Should I grab onto it with both hands like a fire hose?

In our case, finding a Lucy is unique. No one will ever find another Lucy. You can't order one from a biological supply house. It's a unique discovery, a unique specimen.

And I wonder how Gage knew this is what my soul has craved. He turns me to face him, his eyes searching. It occurs to me that no one in my life has ever concerned himself so thoroughly with my happiness.

You find out a lot about a guy from his closet. A closet can house a lot of neuroses.

We give our kids vaccinations. That's a biological enhancement that's considered not just acceptable but actually admirable.