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None of the volunteers can double-dutch. It’s embarrassing. Brant thinks of himself as a drummer, someone with rhythm; he should be able to jump in double time. He hasn’t made it past the second rope yet.

The shelter kids are better, but too young to keep it up. When a shelter mom wanders out to watch, bemused, little Pasha drags her into line. Brant and Hillary are turning; they eye each other, but don’t stop.

She dances through their ropes perfectly, to cheers and applause. It’s when she stops, grinning and gasping, that Brant finally realizes she’s years younger than he.