The buck bounded forward, leapt once, straight into the car.
“Thud.”
I watched the animal bounce backward twenty or thirty feet before it came to rest just past the shoulder on the grass.
“What happened, Daddy?” Linus asked, startled.
I tried to pull myself together.
“We had an accident, son,” I answered. “A deer jumped in front of [...]

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“What about me, Daddy?” pleads Linus, age five.
“You’re on this side, son,” I answer, as I open my left arm across the quilt.
On the right, Camille nestles into the crook of my elbow, her tiny body snuggled like a pea in a pod.
Within minutes, they both doze off.
I don’t do so well flat on [...]

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