Scene: Ester sits in bed, agreeably pantsless, browsing the internets. Mr. Ben, in his bright orange Ukrainian revolution t-shirt and pajama bottoms, paces and mutters, which is how he studies for the Bar.

All of a sudden, Mr. Ben stops and turns to Ester, a huge grin splitting his face. “I got it!” he cries.

Ester stares at him.

“It’s a mnemonic. A great one!”

Ester, dumbfounded. He points a finger straight at her chest and announces, “DUSTPELTS!”

Nothing happens. Apparently this isn’t a Harry Potter spell. But Mr. Ben looks very pleased with himself. “Wills, baby. It’s all about wills.”

Some minutes later, after Ester has stopped laughing, he begs, “Can I please tell you what it stands for?”