The Marmot Reunion

The marmots and I have been joyfully reunited. M(5) has become more or less a permanent fixture at my side, and she and Tuey and E(6) and I have been having good times. Marmot Babe, however, does not remember me. He doesn't remember me AND, after realizing that his mother is perfectly willing to abandon him and leave him with me, he's very, very wary of me. He's developed his own system of sign language and one of his signs means I'm done. As in, I'm done with this book. Take it away. I'm done with this soup. Take it away. Generally, when I talk to Marmot Babe, he lowers his head and walks quickly by me, signing, I'm done. I'm done with Aunt. Take her away.