Upon my right hand sit the marks of a puppy who doesn’t yet know his teeth are sharp. I look at my wrist, covered in golden bangles and think back to when I was just a child, a cast covering my right wrist. This right arm of mine is the lesser used. I also think of the movie ‘Where the wild things are’ and how at one point one of the characters loses his arm, and his main disappointment was that ‘he liked that arm’. I, too, like this arm, and don’t anticipate it being lost, b