In the Clarke Estate on a sleepy weekend, Peter ran up to Ricky, holding out two race cars. “Ricky, play cars with me!”

  “No,” Ricky said. He was reading.

  Later that day, Peter ran up to Ricky holding a fake guitar around his neck. “Ricky, let’s play fake band together! I’ll be guitar, you be drums.”

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  “No,” Ricky said. He was still reading.

  Later still, Peter ran up to Ricky and said, “Ricky, let’s take a nap together!”

  After a second, Ricky put his book down and nodded.

  They took a nap together.