You fumble with the book on your knees and hold it with one hand, the other returns to Dash’s chest. Eyes study the words on the page and you begin reading, still a bit self-conscious of any stuttering. As you pick up a rhythm you’re hit with a wave of nostalgia. One of the first things you did together when you and Dash became friends was read a Daring Doo book. Back then there were only three books on the market…now you were working on the fifth. And back then your couch sat under the window. A few sunburns from afternoon naps fixed that problem.