Noah started crying when water got inside one sneaker.
So I carried Eli three blocks.
When I finally opened our front door, Derek was watching television.
I had him against my chest, three grocery bags cutting into my fingers, while Noah walked beside me sobbing about his foot.
When I finally opened our front door, Derek was watching television.
He looked over.
« Rough day? »
I almost laughed.
« No. You’ve said no. That’s different from discussing it. »
Instead, I put Eli down and said, « I need a car. »
Continue on the next page:
