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Pregnant ‘paws’
By the time Lily left for her nationwide book tour, Derek and I had drilled her with every trick question imaginable. We had invented a game that we jokingly referred to as “Stump the Chump,” where we asked her outlandish questions then brainstormed potential answers. It wasn’t long until she was able to give an eloquent response or confident deflection to anything we threw her way.
“I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” Lily decided the evening before she was scheduled to leave. The four of us were sitting at Van’s kitchen table, having just finished eating an extra large pizza with the works. We had spent the entire meal grilling her with tough questions, and she hadn’t flinched once.
“You’ll take good care of Rascal and Morty?” Lily’s eyes darted between Van and
