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As Jasper, Major Craven, and Old Tug skirt the pond toward the beaver dam, Becky says to me, “I must be a better cook than I thought!”
I blink. “It must be from all the practice.” I step forward to grab the table, just like I’ve done hundreds of times, but I stop short, laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Becky asks.
“I was about to put the table away in the wagon. Then I remembered we don’t have a wagon anymore.”
She grins.
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