Thursday, February 19, 2009
“Well…” Jasfoup considered the question. “Take your Aunty Felicia. If she likes someone… I mean really likes someone the way a mummy bear loves a daddy bear, she might send them poetry.”
“Boys don’t read poetry,” said Lucy.
“Some do,” said Jasfoup. “Your Uncle Frederick for one. He wrote books of poetry.”
Lucy frowned. “He died ages ago. Dead people like poems.”
“Aunt Felicia is a special kind of lady, though. She likes girls instead of boys.”
“Uncle Jas.” Lucy reached up and patted his hand. “You’re talking about Sapphistry. I asked you about sophistry. We did lesbians at school.”