“Dibs,” his mother called. “Dibs, come see who is here. Do you remember this lady?” Dibs ran up and grinned. “Hello,” he shouted. “Hello, Dibs,” I said. “Your mother asked you a question, Dibs,” said Papa. “Yes, Papa, I heard her,” said Dibs. “She asked me if I knew the lady. Of course, I know the lady. She is my very first friend.”
