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Well, now— you’ll have to ask your mother.” Todd turned around and, tugging at Debbie’s sleeve, he asked, "Mommy . . . please?” and pointed over to where they were selling the ice cream. Debbie smiled and shrugged. “They’ve had so much junk already, Harry, I guess an ice cream won’t kill them!” So Harry waved to a vendor and bought two cones for the children. “Say ‘thank you,’ Toddy,” Debbie prompted. Todd grinned up at Harry, his double chocolate cone held firmly in one small, chubby hand. Then, with a howl of perfect bliss, he leaped at Harry and threw both arms around him. “Todd!” Debbie cried. “Todd — oh, look at the mess you’ve made! Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry. Todd, how could you? Look what you’ve done!” Todd slipped to the ground and began to wail, half because his mother was cross, half because he had lost most of his ice cream. Harry gazed down at himself and then at the child. “Have you anything like a tissue, Debbie?” Debbie rummaged frantically in her bag. “No. Oh, darn it. 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