My Sister Dropped Her Kids On My Doorstep For The Tenth Weekend In A Row

there was another knock.

Not pounding this time.

Three neat taps.

I looked through the peephole and saw Melissa with her purse on her shoulder and sunglasses on her head like she’d just come from brunch instead of filing a false police report.

I opened the door but kept the chain latched.

She gave me a look. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Open the door.”

“No.”

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