Our golden bust of Bismarck usually wears Meg's lei and necklaces, but tonight Jonathan found them jumbled in the living room and picked them up. Meg came running over in alarm.
"No, Daddy! They're mine!"
"No. Bismarck's."
She grinned suddenly. "Okay."
That's Bismarck, still averting crises a hundred-some-odd years after his death. Not bad at all.
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