It is Saturday, no, Sunday only it feels like a Saturday because there is no school tomorrow which puts everyone in a better mood. The boy wants to have a sleepover and so I say why not and they run down the street, giddy with excitement like they have never had one before, and return after a while with the other one’s bag and a pillow and a blanket and some other things that I can’t make out as they come barreling through the front door. They plan to build a fort in his room they tell me, and off they are, then, the dog chasing right behind wanting to be a part of it all, and I won’t see them till dinner.
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