Me: (reading the newspaper, with the sun rising over the Pousada de Santa Marinha)
Molly: (squinting sleepily, shuffling her feet, dressed in a dinosaur onesie)
Me: (putting down my newspaper, saying nothing careful to not cause the morning-Molly-pterodactyl distress lest she begins shrieking)
Molly: (tumbles up on to this sofa next to me with her pink blanket in hand)
Me: (gently, almost a whisper) Good morning, lovie.
Molly: (eyes blinking at the sunrise)
Molly: (reaches out and holds my hand)
Molly: (thinking very loudly)
Molly: (notices that next to her is her mano’s (brother’s) much loved, matching blue blanket to her pink blanket is abandoned on the sofa between us)
Molly: This is mano’s (brother’s).
Me: It is.
Molly: It’s Blue-Blanket. Mano (brother) loves Blue-Blanket.
Me: Blue-Blanket is your mano’s (brother’s) very favorite friend and constant companion for 11 years.
Molly: He has two. Mano (brother) has two Blue-Blankets.
Me: He does.
Me: Because we were worried that Hank would be heart broken if he ever lost his Blue-Blanket so Grammy Kate found him a spare. She also bought you your pink blanket, just like Mano’s (brother’s) for you to love.
Molly: Mano (brother) loves Blue-Blanket.
Me: Do you love your pink blanket?
Molly: (shaking her head no)
Molly: I don’t love a blanket, I love mano (brother). He’s my best friend. (pulls Hank’s blue blanket up to her chest)