“Do you know what today is?” “It’s not my birthday, is it?” She laughed. “Not just yet. It’s July fourteenth, Hazel.” “Is it your birthday?” “No…” “Is it Harry Houdini’s birthday?” “No…” “I am really tired of guessing.” “IT IS BASTILLE DAY!” She pulled her arms from behind her back, producing two small plastic French flags and waving them enthusiastically.

