Under the covers it is dark and warm, but it is crackling. A charged space. Snaps and squirms and peals of laughter and muffled shouts. A press of bodies, backs bent, arms akimbo, fingers seeking out those vulnerable spots that lead to laughter. Gabe, who knows that my only ticklish spots are the soles of my feet, is already worming his way to the bottom of the bed, rucking up the sheets and blankets about him as he goes. But he is caught and held and as I have him he is nothing but ticklish spots,\u00a0too many places for a nine-year-old to defend: ribcage, belly, armpits, kneepits, feet. Or even\u00a0his neck where \u2013\u00a0a few days since my last shave \u2013 I press my bristled chin gently. And Jake is sprawled across all of us \u2013\u00a0Lyndall, Gabe and me -\u2013 having kicked this whole thing off with an embrace that fiercely ensnares all of us and it is inevitable from the get-go that someone is going to get tickled and someone is going to be doing the tickling. And that someone will trade places with that other one many times before this is over. Before we all rise to meet the day.<\/p>\n
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