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When Timmy began to speak, Meredith was in the habit of calling him “honey,” which the boy took to mean that others were also to be called “honey.”

The mailman frowned at this.

The Walmart cashier, a humorless Texan, squinted at my son with a touch of irritation.

“Bye, honey,” Timmy called over his shoulder.