Losing Mum and Pup: a memoir

You're next

April is the cruelest month

She's already in heaven

I guess we can do anything we want to

That sounded like a fun dinner

I don't want champagne

Dude, what's with your Dad?

You need to get here as quickly as you can

We're terribly late as it is

I miss my urine report

You can imagine how pleased your mother was

My old man and the sea

If it weren't for the religious aspect

I'd do the same for you

Please not to arrest my dear father

Blood of the fathers

That would be a real bore

Boy, how he'd have loved this

He's looking much better

Something I've written for the paper

A bit much to spring on a lad with a morning head

There's a Mr. X, apparently

Home is the sailor

Postlude

The hunter home from the hill.