Chapter 29

“What does the mouse thing mean, though?” Ben wanted to know.

As Iggy started the tale, he also started to laugh. Kat joined in, as did Ivan, the boyfriend.

“What are they saying? Ivan…Igor…?”

Ivan, Igor, and papa Yuri—the old standards seemed to hold up over there, as opposed to the US, where for every Benjamin or Richard there was a Cory and a Booger.

“Tell me.”

As the Ukrainian chuckling and chatting went back and forth, Ben grew tired of being the joke everyone else seemed to be in on. “Hello? Care to fill the American in on what’s so damned funny?”

“It’s an old fable, sort of,” Kat said. “Iggy was reminded of it at the opening ceremonies. This bear is lost—emotionally and literally—looking for his place, his people.”

“Little deep for a bedtime story,” Ben sniped.