I move pillows out of my way, I extract Kleenex from the box, I fidgeted with DBC’s 40+-year-old stuffed frog and I fidget with Info’s polar bear (whose origin she can’t remember), and No. 3’s amethyst paperweight. I guess I fidgeted with No. 2’s knick-knacks too.

I never asked permission. It wasn’t like a Ming vase.

I need to play with things to stay even slightly calm in therapy. CW had nothing within reach to play with, and that was annoying.