Journal Entry Wednesday, December 31, 2004 Later That Night
Death count: 76,000. Many places have stopped counting. I turned off the news. No more hugging couples being swept away while their friends reach out to them. I cleaned some, played with Niko some, assembled a few toys from Nikolai's successful haul from his grandparents. I cuddled him. I read him a story. I gave him a bottle, sang a lousy rendition of "Good night, sweet heart" and tucked him into bed with Tickle-Me-Cookie-Monster, his best friend and confidante. There's a very special relationship between boy and monster. I hope he goes right to sleep and stays there, my good little boy.
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