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Brian plugged away in
his home office while Lily and Clara played in their bedroom. The three and five year old girls made a fair
amount of noise most of the time, giving him a relaxed sense of security. There were enough “Daddy, can I have…”
questions, just enough to reassure him that the girls were playing benignly.
With confidence,
Brian finished his projects and phone calls, and then went to check on the little girls. He encountered a construction of impressive
size. Stacked atop a sturdy round child
table (IKEA) were three Ikea stools, upon which was laid a TV tray top. Balanced on the tray were a Barbie suitcase
and some lunch boxes.
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From layer to layer,
Brian followed the tower. It rose to
just below the in-ceiling attic hatch.
The hatch was cracked open with a toy broom wedged in the opening.
“Girls…what did you do…? Brian’s voice drifted off as he appreciated
the stability of structure.
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Both were coloring
quietly. Without looking up, Lily
sweetly told him. “Well, Daddy, we heard
you say something about I don’t give a
rat’s attic about…, so we decided to check for rats in the attic.” Giving her daddy a smile, Lily
concluded. “We didn't see any rats, so
it’s okay…”
