That morning, Sophie tightened her ponytail while Denise and I drank coffee.
« Sure you don’t want to come shopping with us? » I asked.
« No way, » she said. « Dad and I have to catch a monster. »
« Bring me back a pretty fish. »
She took the thermos from me. « I love you, Mom. »
« I love you more. »
She ran to the garage. Mark followed with his keys and tackle box.
« Dad and I have to catch a monster. »
Denise watched me from the table.
« You know she loves you too, right? »
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