During the Cuban missile crises (remember?) mother came home with a few white rabbits. For breeding, she said and put them in a box under the bed. In case of war we’re not going to starve as we had in the last one. Rabbits breed fast mother had to move out of the bedroom. the cat ran off, I couldn’t go to school spending the whole day finding fodder for them. When the crisis blew over we had 300 rabbits indoors. Luckily a lady, the wife of a shipping mogul and dedicated to animal welfare, took them to an island she had in the stream. (Hemingway?) And all was well, our cat returned and I could go back to school again The following winter was cold, the stream froze solid; foxes could cross over, when spring came there were no rabbits left. Well, that’s what we were told. Later, standing outside the opera house ogling as the loaded, cultured, and hangers on left the building, I saw the mogul’s wife too she wore a beautiful white fur coat, which we, plebs, greatly admired.
