A ll told, The Three and I are reading two books aloud. The number can creep up on us. Until Peaches was 5, I was only reading one book before bedtime—to Marcel alone at first, but then to Roy, as well. I don’t know how long I thought that could continue because, at some point, Peaches was onto us. The boys were going to bed later and she wasn’t, and how was that fair, and what we were doing in there anyway, and why wasn’t she getting to do it, too? So over time, Peaches crept in and things had to be reexamined—like how all four of us were going to fit onto the bed in an equitable manner, for starters, but also just…