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“Ivan,” Ruby asks one morning when I am trying to nap, “why are you always so sleepy during the day?”


“I’ve been working on a project at night,” I tell her.


“What’s a project?”


“It’s … a thing. A painting. It’s a painting for you, actually,” I answer.


Ruby looks pleased. “Can I see it?”


“Not yet.”


Ruby pokes with annoyance at her roped foot. She takes a breath. “Ivan? Do I have to do the shows with Mack today?”


“I’m afraid so. I’m sorry, Ruby.”


Ruby dips her trunk in her water bucket. “That’s okay,” she says. “I already knew the answer.”

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