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[As I'm telling the story of "The Three Little Pigs" to the Booglet, her mother announces she's going to walk Chester.]

"Mommy, are you sure you won't get stuck?"

Calamity, "Stuck sugarbear?"

Booglet, "Because it's dark."

Mommy and the hound leave and the Booglet and I curl up in the bed facing each other. Same eyes, one set bright and clear, the other strained from a day of depositions. Still, this is the happiest I could imagine.

"Once upon a time there were three little pigs..."