I had another one, a smaller one from when she was a baby, tucked at the back of her closet.

I went upstairs, found it, and sat on the floor of her room with it in my lap.

Tomorrow the ship would dock.

Rebecca had already called the harbor master.

Two officers were assigned.

I turned the rabbit over and looked at its matted ears.

It needed a wash.

That was the kind of thing I could do tonight, while the house was quiet and the new lock held the door shut.