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“How are you?” Kelly asked, ushering them in.

Before Meg had a chance to answer, Ruth, who had been playing on the floor nearby, crashed into her knees, nearly knocking her backward. “Aunt Meg!” the little girl shouted, her red curls bobbing about. “You’ve come to visit at last!”

“Hello, Ruthie,” Meg said, scooping the child into her arms. “It’s so nice to see you.” She squeezed her as tightly as she dared. “How have you been?”

“Good,” Ruth answered, but soon she was wiggling away, her arms outstretched, shouting, “Uncle Charlie!” and Charlie took her out of Meg’s arms, laughing at her excitement.

“If it isn’t my little friend, Ruth. Have you seen any dolphins out your apartment window?” he asked, teasing her.

“No, silly,” Ruth said, wrapping her chubby arms around his neck. “There’s no water ou