“Was Chris a man?"Now, there was something to ponder. Was he? He'd been strong and brave, and not stubborn. He'd killed other men, he'd saved other men's lives.He kissed other men. And he'd cried and cried.I closed my eyes. But then the dog said, "What makes a man not a man?"Eyes open, I said, "Kissing another man.""Why?""Why?""Yeah. Is there something unkissable about a man?"I smirked at the black and white furry face. "No, stupid. Women kiss men.""Was Chris a man?”