“I plan to,” I said.
“And order dinner.”
“I can make something easy.”
“No.” He pointed at me. “Don’t even look at the stove.”
I managed a weak laugh.
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m serious, Yoli.”
“So am I. Go.”
Before leaving, he filled my water bottle, placed my medicine on the nightstand, and texted the kids to come straight home after school.
At 4:30, the kids arrived home hungry enough to act as though school had deliberately starved them.