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At the age of five I loved to hear my daddy tell me tales. His voice was deeper than any great ocean, but as peaceful as any small stream. As he came to the best part he grabbed me by my waist letting me leap from the counter. “The princess is saved once more,” he said putting me down.

Calvin comes home, as usual, on the 5:30 train. With this being Friday, his spirits are high and his head filled with plans for a nice weekend.

His wife, Kelly, greets him in the kitchen with a warm, “Hello.” She’s tossing the salad by hand while their son Jack sets the table. Calvin sits down and takes a drink from the iced tea that’s beside his plate, then says, “Let’s do something tonight.”