We went home and cooked Rebecca’s baked chicken out of the recipe box in the cabinet in the hallway.

Hannah told me my seasoning was cowardly.

I told her the Army does not train colonels in seasoning.

She said that seemed like a significant gap in national defense.

Hannah is fourteen now and I should say where things actually stand, because a story that ends at the fifth-grade poster is a story that stops at the convenient place.

She is fine.