“Someone is walking down the hall,” he said. “But this is our room. They won’t come in here, will they?” “I don’t think they will,” I said. “This is just for me, isn’t it?” Dibs asked. “Just for me. Not for anyone else. Isn’t it?” “It’s just for you at this time every week if you want it that way,” I said. “For Dibs and Miss A,” said Dibs. “Not just for me. For you, too.” “For both of us, then,” I said. Dibs opened the door. “I’ll put the sign up again,” he said. “They shall not disturb.” He replaced the card, patted the door, came back in, and closed the door.
