the other.
My phone buzzed.
A text from Gary.
Proud of you, Ma. Also Diane burned the rolls.
A minute later another one.
Kids still ate them.
I smiled.
An hour after that, Jenny sent a picture of Rosie wearing the fleece reindeer pajamas backwards and holding a candy cane like a cigar.
Then Diane texted.
No luggage. Thursday at 2? I’ll bring soup. Store-bought,continue reading …
