Her manner on that balmy Sunday evening, with the sun slowly setting under the rickety wooden bridge, was forthright yet tender, and gave me great cause to ponder, as I walked back to my humble abode among the chatter of evening enthusiasts and jaunty joggers, if I had inadvertently caused her great stress through my rambunctious rebellion and caustic comments earlier that day during the trip to the local zoo to see the lazy lions and the tepid tigers.
Friend, mend, bend.