Chapter 5

Papa started, “Or a bear who isn’t—”

“Stop,” Daddy interrupted. “Right there. We’re keeping this G-rated tonight. Cubs are baby bears. End of story.”

Papa groused, “I was just going to say—”

Before he could tell us whatever it was he wanted to say, Daddy leaned across the table and silenced him with a kiss. “Quiet, you,” he whispered. “Little pitchers have big ears.”

For a moment, the only sound in the kitchen was the running water as I rinsed off a plate. Then Alex asked, “How can a picture have ears? Unless it’s a picture of a person. Or maybe a bear. Bears have ears, right?”

Daddy laughed. “See what you started?”

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