she put her head on my shoulder , i leaned against her , and life was very good . it was a beautiful late afternoon when i pulled up in back of the house . he was dressed in dark clothing , his head sheltered with a helmet . then , just because my father had said so , i 'd let it go . moments later , a bundle of black fur shot across his floor and into the bed . according to the experts , there is a logical explanation for why one talent is almost always dominant . '' 