The year was 606 BCE. I was the nine-year-old niece of Shadrach, Meshach, or Abednego, (I forget) and selected as the official Au pair of King Nebuchadnezzar’s kid, Bucky—age seven. ↓↓↓ “Can your uncle really walk through Fire?” “Heck, yeah.” “Can you?” “No. I’m gonna be a writer.” “Aw, you’re no fun.” “And you are?”

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