Ives prays before breakfast in the porch and he asks that we hold hands.  He says "Jesus in name, thank you for the good food that mumma made, amen" and we let go of hands and I lift my coffee and Thom points at Ives with his first finger and says "I love you" and Ives snaps at the finger with his mouth aiming to bite it, teeth hitting teeth and Thom pulls his finger back but not his sentiment of love.  We spread jam on our toast and drink our coffee and peal our hardboiled eggs and the shells make small music on the plates.  "What is it that love dares the self to do?"