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CHARLIE was as easy to please as a four-year-old at Christmas. He trotted jauntily into the spare bedroom on the second floor, chose a corner on the green shag carpet, curled himself into a ball and went to sleep. As innocent and sweet as a cherub on Valentine’s Day.

Victoria laughed. “Doesn’t take much to make him happy.”

He echoed her laughter. He was doing a lot of that lately. “That’s not what my mother would say. To her, Charlie isn’t happy if the heated mattress in his bed isn’t set at precisely the right temperature or if he’s not surrounded by a thousand dollars worth of toys. She’d never believe he slept on shag.”