Last year I worked with an ex-Air Force officer. Great guy–friendly, out-going, smart, and level-headed. One day, he came in to work, plastered a goofy grin on his face, and told me, “I’m gonna have a son!”
“Congratulations! When is the baby due?”
“Oh, in about eight months.”
“How do you know it’s a son?’
He just looked at me incredulously. Apparently, I had asked a question that was too stupid to even deserve a reply. “I’m gonna call him Deuce,” he said. “Derek Number Two.”
Derek was a prophet without honor in his own cubicle. A number of months later, his wife did indeed present him with Derek Number Two. Wolf Forever is an improbable little fable that is not the story of Derek’s Deuce. But it did grow from the seed of Deuce’s early birth announcement.