The jokes kept coming. Over breakfast, at lunch, while she was driving
him to soccer games, picking him up, even while he slept he giggled.
How do you do it, she asked, thinking that as far back as she could
think, her family possessed not a shred of humour. The jokes, where do
they come from? Easy, he said. I just laugh and work backward.

Alas, Sina Queyras does not really have a tail.


Published On: September 14, 2010
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