Epilogue IIn the sprawling garden behind the big house by the sea, a war council was in session.It was being held beneath the dining room table.“Listen up,” said the eldest, and everyone listened up, because she was the leader and she had an eye patch, which made it official. The eye patch was made of construction paper and one of her mother’s hair elastics, and it kept sliding up onto her forehead, but she pushed it back down with the gravity of a true captain. Her name was Mira, she was five and a half, and she had her father’s dark eyes and her mother’s wild curls, currently stuffed under a bandana. “We have a very important mission today.”“Is it the cookies?” asked the middle one hopefully. This was Theo, who was four, and who believed that most missions, when you really got down to it, were secretly about cookies.“It is NOT the cookies,” Mira said. “Although.” She considered. “Maybe later it’s the cookies. But FIRST.” She unrolled their map, which was a placemat she had d
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