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5 Daisy was up early the next morning. The dogs snuggled closer to Scout’s warmth, but she hitched herself up on one elbow, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Daisy?” she said. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Daisy said in little more than a whisper. “You can go back to sleep. I need to head out early today. Lots to do.” “I wanted to ask you something,” Scout said. Daisy didn’t respond right away. But then she switched the table lamp on to its lowest setting and turned to look at Scout. There was a guarded expression on her face, and Scout guessed she was bracing herself for Scout to ask prying questions about what she did all day. Not that she didn’t wonder every day what her friend was up to. But, having secrets of her own, Scout respected that Daisy would tell her everything she