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Ian had harnessed up his wagon, whistled up his dog, and driven over to his neighbor Jacob’s dairy. Since he was going to town anyway, perhaps he could take Jacob’s milk into market and save him the trip. Well, Jacob was suffering from angina and his daughter Dianna was just finishing milking the cows in the barn. Ian said he would wait until she was finished, and he sat next to her as she milked. The smell of Dianna somehow overrode or blended into the smell of barn and fresh milk in the bucket and Ian had memories of similar smells and of younger years. He moved his stool closer and told her, ”I’ll take the front teats, you do the rear.” His shoulder touched hers and they milked together. Dianna flushed a bit, old men smelt so funny and there was so much she didn’t yet understand.  “People know what they do; they frequently know why they do what they do; but what they don’t know is what what they do does.” Michel Foucault