My Dad

March, 1997

I was driving along Wilshire Boulevard, decided to make an unplanned stop for pet food and called my husband from the car phone."Bunny," he said too kindly (he calls me Bunny because I have long, twitching lapin ears and wear fishnet stockings), "you should come home right away.""What's wrong?" I asked, panicked. "Is Brodie OK? Are the dogs OK?""They're all fine. Just come right home."I made a screeching U-turn.Years ago, when I had an abortive f...