My 5-Year-Old Pointed at a Woman in the Supermarket and Said, “That’s the Lady Who Comes to Our House When You’re at Work”—I Froze as She Turned Around

of that woman again.

She was picking up a loaf of sourdough, turning it in her hands like she was reading the label.

“Leo,” I said quietly. “How many times has the lady come over?”

He counted on his fingers, lost track, started again.

“A lot. But only when you’re at work. And she brings the tall bag.”

“What tall bag?”

“With the sticks in it.”

Sticks. Brushes,continue reading …