It’s about 9 o’clock. Top Management’s still working. The two boys are taken care of, one asleep, the other in his sleeper watching Thomas the Tank Engine. I go in to read to the three youngest girls. The Bean, lying on her bed, sees me and takes off her headphones. As I pick up Return of the King and start flipping through to find where we left off last night, during the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, I say, “so what were you listening to?”
She says, “Brian Eno. The Plateaux of Mirror.”
Even if we hadn’t had her DNA tested, I do believe I’d be pretty confident she’s mine.
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