Mornings when Wave is in the house are especially happy. Breakfast in bed for him. I pretend, as I used to do with my youngest daughter, that I am the British servant carrying up the tray that “Cook” has prepared for him. My British accent, as Bessie, confuses him. It never confused Franci. She was always happy to receive her tray without in any accent. But Wave is wondering why I am talking with that accent. I say that’s how Bessie talks. But he wants me to talk like Grammy. So, I leave and in the hall call for Grandmother to come. I enter as Grammy and ask what he needs in my regular voice. What was I doing, why was I talking that way? I said, it wasn’t me, it was Bessie. You’re Bessie, he said. I denied it. Then he cocked his chin and looked penetratingly at me. Okay, he said. I want to see you both in here at the same time! So, I went into the hall and called for Bessie. But, sadly, Bessie had a mishap. She walked to the river to see the sun and she fell in! And then, I did go to the river myself, and I didn’t fall in, and I saw Bessie go dripping wet back to the house to change and I went on for my swim in the pool. Then it was time to meet with my Ukrainian friends. We made soup. We created a recipe for helping each other through challenges. Tonight I actually made a pumpkin pie, for real, from scratch, and chicken marsala, with a vegetarian version for my vegetarian daughter who eats only plants, and we all had a nice dinner together, a very nice one, except for Wave who was having a very late nap. And Frank loved the pie.