Melissa explained that a waitress had quit. Her manager offered her weekend shifts, but she had no one to watch Sophie.
« My sister usually helps, » she said, « but she’s out of town. I can pay you. »
I looked at Sophie.
She lifted the rabbit.
« This is Mr. Pickles. »
I smiled. « Of course it is. »
Melissa rubbed her forehead. « It’s only for this weekend. »
It was not only for that weekend.
It became almost every weekend for four years.
Sophie practically grew up in my house.
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