Page 86 of Air Force One

“Yes, I know. But that bunny,” she pointed her grass stalk at the hutch, “is going to live longer and healthier because of what you just did for it. I like that.”

She sat and Andi lay as the occasional pink cherry blossom fluttered down against the blue sky.

“What are you going to name it?” Andi asked after a while.

“Who?”

She pointed her grass stalk at the bunny.

Miranda didn’t have to consider. The bunny’s calm demeanor on what must have been a very trying day settled it.

“I’m going to call him Drake.”