Beanie: "Mama, what’s the answer to the question you asked Rose?"
It is 7 a.m. Rose is still in bed. This question, whatever it was, must
have been asked yesterday. Or who knows when. I ask Beanie what
question she means.
Beanie: "Remember? The one you asked."
Me: "Um. No. What question did I ask?"
Bean: "I can’t remember. But I really want to know the answer."
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