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It was Thursday evening before their schedules and the weather coordinated to allow Carson and Cammi to truck off to the playground after dinner. True to his word, Dacque was on Connie’s doorstep within fifteen minutes.
Connie settled into her usual spot on the floor facing the table and chair set, with her back against the side of Cammi’s bed. Dacque opted for sitting on the bed instead of the floor.
“Hello Zianos. Are you visiting with us this evening?” Within two minutes, the spirit of Zianos commenced to materialize on his apparently favorite chair. “Thank you for joining us this evening,” Connie said. “As you can see, we have a new guest tonight.”
“Hello, Dacque.”
“Hello, Zianos. Nice to meet you. Thank you for agreeing to allow me to visit with you and Connie.”
“You are welc
