Annika and Popsy. (What most of you don't know is that he paroles the perimeter of the pond with his arms full of inner tubes, ready at a moment's notice to throw them to drowning-- or not-- children. He still carries guilt from the skull fracture I suffered as a baby after tumbling down the basement steps in my walker, and I tease him by saying that his vigilance is one expression of that guilt.)
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