Consider the Octopus
By Sy Montgomery Every Wednesday for two years, I drove two hours from New Hampshire to Boston to see my friend Octavia. When we’d look into each other’s eyes, she’d flush red with emotion. Then we’d ...
By Sy Montgomery Every Wednesday for two years, I drove two hours from New Hampshire to Boston to see my friend Octavia. When we’d look into each other’s eyes, she’d flush red with emotion. Then we’d ...