Sarina, it’s Georgie. You’re probably sleeping. I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to say … Pepper, get down! I’m happy you came over tonight. And. I realize you’ve had a rough time but … you seem great. I’d like to go to that crochet class you mentioned. We could have dinner. Stop eating that, Pepper. I won’t be good at it, but I’d like to go. The last thing I made was a birdhouse and the hole was so small birds couldn’t fit. They’d stick their beaks in and try to wiggle through but they couldn’t. It broke my heart. Not even those tiny birds. The ones that hop all over the sand at the shore. What are they called? Sparrows!