I called her mygoddess. She was beautiful and gracious. I saw her at school, and it wasall I could do not to pull at her shirt and ask her if she knew...who Iwas, but it wouldn't have done any good. She didn't know I existed. Once,last fall as the football team was leaving the field, she bumped into meas the cheerleading squad followed them, looked me in the eye, and with acare and love that is beyond description she said she was sorry. I didn'twash that shirt for weeks.The fact of the matter is. Hans was in the kitchen, and he told me that Dad had arrived before me, and was sitting alone in his study. I went over to Hans and embraced him, remembering all the many times that he had told me stories about Uncle Bunny's childhood antics, and about his many conquests in the back of the limo. Hans had loved Uncle Bunny, and this was a loss to Hans every bit as much as it was to the rest of us. I stayed in the kitchen with him, both of us struggling to accept the fact that Uncle Bunny was. More

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