“As Ponce turned, she glimpsed the enormous cat crawling through the x-shaped opening beneath the deck’s railing and jumping down toward the south.  Ponce grabbed her Minolta camera and tiptoed onto the porch.  She found the lion in the neighboring yard, beyond a split-rail fence, walking through leaves and high grass.  The cat, moving away, stopped, swiveled its head back over its right shoulder, and stared.  Its tail hung calmly and its face expressed nothing discernible—not fear, not ferociousness, not even curiosity.  The lion seemed as unfazed by Ponce as her mother had been by the lion.  Ponce raised her camera.  One, two, three clicks of the shutter, and she retreated inside.”
[p. 70]