“I know you don’t want to go, Dibs,” I said again. “But our time is up for today and you will have to go home now. You may come back again next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. But each time, after our hour is up, you will have to go home.” Dibs began to cry. “Dibs no go home,” he sobbed. “Dibs stay.” “I know you really would like to stay,” I said. “But your time for today is up and you will have to go. Please let me put your coat on now.”
