Their name is new. But it already sounds right.
A new puppy arrives with two ears and four legs and a very serious opinion about the corner of the sofa. They have a name now. The name is being said many times an hour, in the voice the family will use for the next fifteen years.
A sundayfawn book is the record of that arrival. Their colour, set down on the page. The room they chose first. The shoe they will eventually destroy. Juno writes from a brief — the small things only the household knows.
Matte hardcover, perfect-bound. The book that sits on the shelf next to the lead and the photograph from the first walk.
One edition. The press is then reset.