June 7, 2008

White Dog and I agree that Richard's visit and the consequent feast he "whipped up" almost erased the trauma of last night. Richard's grilled asado melted away images of Steve's bloody face and arms and White Dog's fearful run into my arms when he burst through the door after last night's walk. Over gelato we were even able to tell the story without shuddering of how Steve got a spontaneous nose bleed halfway through the walk and how without a tissue he could only smear the gushing blood out of his mouth. White Dog hurried him home knowing that something was not right. At home Steve cleaned up and stopped the flow, White Dog shivered nervously in my arms until Steve could hold and reassure her. There have been no further blood lettings since (White Dog and I are watching) but Steve says his nose is very tender. At the end of the story, Richard lifted the mood again by passing around more delicious nibbles.