Zoe quickly became attached to the fireplace. Three times in a row (Dec 22, 23, 25) when she was here, there was a fire. When she arrived on Tuesday, she looked at the cold and lifeless fireplace. The expression on her face was clear: "What's up with THAT?!"
Papa made her a fire.
Life was good again.
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