Jonka convinced me that, having withstood the January onslaught of commercials for me to lose weight, I still should do some walking. So off she and I went down the block. Before long, we merged on the walk path with the young bleached-blond woman who lives several houses away. From the tall trees nearby began to come the cries and chirps of early-spring birds. The blond suddenly became so agitated at the crows among them. "They're calling my name! They're calling my name!" she began shrieking with fright.
"You go on ahead of us," Jonka then told me, "I'll stay here awhile with Caw."