ONE EVENING, BONITA had an unexpected visitor.
Barry arrived at her doorstep with a soft toy for Megan, a light-brown flat teddy bear she had taken a shine to the instant she’d held it.
Megan cuddled it to her heart’s content to Bonita’s delight. At long last, something to replace rubber ducky.
But when Barry asked the little one what she might name it, she said without hesitation, ‘Ducky Bear.’
So much for the grand idea.
Little Megan held on to Barry’s ring finger and tugged.
‘Come, come.’
He followed her to Bonita’s office, which was a mere alcove between the kitchen and the living room.
Hanging on the wall was the painting Andy had made of Duck and Banjo.
‘Papa Duck,’ she said, ‘and Unca Jojo.’
‘And I’m Uncle Barry,’ he said by way of introduction.
She smiled and repeated, ‘
