This is true, Mrinal Bose. I will read something tough and rumble by Jules and give her grief for it, and by the time the world has turned around again she’s in vulnerable mode when she reads it and I get these puppy eyes staring at me like I took away her favorite chew toy and bopped her on the nose with it. And I just want to pick her up and hug her and tell her it’s all good.

Other times, however, I feel these teeth gnawing on my ankle. Lost some good socks that way.

Anyway! Point is, Jules is unpredictable, but usually delightful and always worth it.