Eileen has mastered E. M. Forster’s message in Howard’s End.
Linus cherished his security blanket. Brigid Walsh fingered the satin trim of a blanket. Maggie Scannell clung to an old warn Bunny. Tommy McCann poked his belly button.
Eileen sinks into peaceful reverie by sucking one thumb and twirling an ear. If necessary, she’ll grasp her own, but she prefers the ear of the holder. When she looks me in the eye and grabs hold, she owns me.
My ear is open and ready for Eileen – for anything.