“No Maddy.” She was clearly trying to enunciate, even though the “M” came out more like “Uh-addy.” She banged her wrist against her sternum and I winced, expecting even that light pressure to leave bruises. “No?” What on earth was she dreaming about? Another flailing nod. “One,” she said. “Maddy one. Meee one. Maddy … Meee … two.”
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