Wolves

Amanda wants to tattoo her forearms with wolves. I say, Cool. I remember a book I read as a kid, about a girl who goes to live with wolves, but I can’t remember the reason the girl does this, so I don’t tell Amanda about it. I’ve struggled to train myself not to tell stories when I can’t remember how they end; ellipses are tempting but kind of a cop out. Don’t you think? I ask Amanda. What are you talking about, ellipses, she says. Those three dots—I know, she interrupts, but what do they have to do with wolves?