I Don't Want My Dad's Jokes to End

i didn't want my time with zan to end, because it was, in a way, time with my dad. When i was with him, i felt my dad's personality and his presence even. In another way too, by his own admission, zan knew very little about the world. He had been, he said, an outsider all his life. His exposure to other horses had been incidental and not intimate. But if it was true that forDad, zan represented a means to understanding another species, it was also true that for zan, my dad was a road to the human. It did not occur to me to seek professional help. I took solace in