He did not speak.
He just climbed up and pressed his cheek against my chest.
« I’m not going anywhere. »
Julie watched us from the doorway. »Daddy, who’s going to braid Joan’s hair for school? » she asked.
« I’ll learn, » I told her. « Give me a week. I’ll be terrible at first. »
« Mom did a fishtail. »
« Then I’ll learn a fishtail. »
Joyce slipped past her sister and tugged on my sleeve.
« I’ll learn, »
« Can we eat cereal for breakfast? » Joyce asked. « Mom always made pancakes on Saturdays, but I don’t want pancakes today. » »Cereal it is. »
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