Coconut Grove We were staying in Paris.

the man was stricken.
had none ever told him? how sweet; but surely he had earned the adoration of his own women? or perhaps men, or boys, like the jewel — they did not judge.
certainly not the noble wolf.
as the man moved to leave along his own path, jawahir sank in among the grove's flora to watch. at such point that the wolf was out of sight, out again would they slink, to enjoy a continued sprawl beneath the sun.