She looked up. “Nothing.”
Then came the day everything changed.
Then she ran off.
It was strange, but not strange enough to start a fight.
Then came the day everything changed.
The girls both had little colds, so I stayed home with them. They were miserable for about an hour, then turned into loud, sniffly chaos.
“I’m dying,” Grace announced from the couch.
“You have a runny nose,” I said.
By noon they were playing hide-and-seek like tiny maniacs.
Emily sneezed into a blanket. “I’m also dying.”
“Very tragic,” I said. “Drink your juice.”
By noon they were playing hide-and-seek like tiny maniacs.
“No running,” I called.
They ran.
“No jumping off furniture.”
Grace yelled from upstairs, “That was Emily!”
Something cold moved through me.
Emily yelled back, “I’m baby! I don’t know rules!”
I was heating soup when Grace came into the kitchen and tugged my sleeve.
Her face was serious.
