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Agent Five

It’s really tough doing witness protection for the Wrasses because all it would take would be one classmate blogging the phrase “that family with twelve kids” and the guns of criminal desperation would fire their bullets right down through the tubes. So they get four houses on a cul-de-sac, assign five full-time agents and literally deal the kids out, face-down assignments. The Wrasses find this an immense relief. The agents, less so.

“So what’s keeping the neighbors from saying they all look alike?” wonders Agent Five (the “single mom”).

“Reflexive shame,” murmurs her supervisor, “seems to serve.”