We missed breakfast at the Fox & Bunny B&B. It wasn’t my fault. Laura was more interested in sex than in bacon and eggs and lox and bagels and pancakes and waffles and fresh fruits and muffins and juice and hash browns and omelets and biscotti and whatever other wonderful items Fox & Bunny offered. I can’t say I made any effort to curtail Laura’s enthusiasm. Fox & Bunny’s bed would have been a delight even without the canopy or the ornate carved figures cavorting on the headboard or the panoramic view of myriad wallpaper bunnies teasing a hapless fox.