Templum Bellonae

Fraser planted his hands on his knees. “Diefenbaker never licks my ear.”

Ray shut off the engine. They just sat there for a few heartbeats.

“What do you mean?”

“I should think the sentence structure is perfectly clear. Diefenbaker you know. You know the concept of licking–or not, in this case. You surely can recognize the organ known as my ear.”

What We Talk About When We Talk About Wolves by Penelope Whistle