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

leaving the kids at my apartment while Ethan struggled with the suitcase.

Dad stared at the phone screen, then at Melissa.

She said, too fast, “That doesn’t show context.”

I looked at her. “Okay. Give us the context where you don’t leave your children on my doorstep.”

Nothing.

Just Ethan asking from the table if anybody wanted to see the green bean he’d continue reading …