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I began to get a giddy, guilty feeling as other mothers took a break from unpacking to peer in Room 301. We were becoming an attraction.

“Wow, this is huge! How’d you girls get so lucky?” visitor after visitor exclaimed.

“My son’s in a closet compared to this,” one mom bemoaned.

“My word! So who do you know? What strings did you pull?” another asked as she carried an orphaned bookshelf (“No room for this!”) back down to her car.