"Help me with my toilet."

Oliver, happy to help, eager to please, began shining the Artful's shoes as he and Charley talked and giggled on. The Dodger was content, Charley was content, and Oliver pretended to be.

The Dodger stopped talking a small moment and watched Oliver through glittery brown eyes. He watched, then continued talking. But his eyes kept going back again.

Oliver, unknowing, continued polishing the Dodger's boots.

Seeing how willing Oliver was, how much he wanted to help, Dodger became puzzled suddenly.

"Oliver—"

"Hmm?"

Dodger opened his mouth, then decided not to.

"You've missed a spot."