After I Broke My Leg, My Husband Refused to Drive Our Kids to School Because He ‘Couldn’t Be Late for Work’ – Then I Caught Him Picking up His Young, Pretty Coworker, so I Taught Him a Lesson
“You’re welcome,” Nicki said.
I almost smiled.
Harold pulled out a chair.
“It’s not about the minutes.”
“Then?”
He looked at me.
“So what is it about?”
“It’s not about the minutes.”
For once, he didn’t answer immediately.
Sasha erased something on her worksheet.
Nicki counted on her fingers.
Finally Harold said, “Adele appreciated it.”
I stared at him.
“Adele appreciated it.”
He rubbed one thumb along the edge of the table.
“Every morning she said thank you. She called me a lifesaver.”
“And your daughters?”
“They don’t…”
He stopped.
“They don’t what?”
He looked at Sasha.
Then Nicki.
“She called me a lifesaver.”
“They don’t thank me for being their father.”
I sat back.
“No, Harold. They don’t.”
He looked almost relieved that I’d understood.
Then I finished.
“Because fatherhood isn’t customer service.”
“They don’t thank me for being their father.”
His eyes dropped to the table.
I tapped my cast with one finger.
