She had mentioned that her back was bothering her again, so I pictured us eating noodles on the couch while she complained about television judges.
When I reached her house, the front door was unlocked.
I heard shouting, something crash, and a child yell, « He touched my dinosaur! »
I pushed open the door with the food balanced against my hip and froze in the hallway.
Then another voice screamed, « I had it first! »
I pushed open the door with the food balanced against my hip and froze in the hallway.
Rachel’s three children were everywhere.
Seven-year-old Noah was under the dining table. Five-year-old Emma was crying beside an overturned basket of laundry.
Mom was in the middle of the kitchen, one hand pressed to her lower back.
Two-year-old Caleb stood on a kitchen chair, holding a wooden spoon above his head.
