“All of it.”
“Lunches?”
“All of it.”
“School bags?”
I picked up my coffee.
“You’re getting warmer.”
“It means all of it.”
Sasha raised her hand.
Harold stared at her.
“What?”
“I need poster board tomorrow.”
His eyes moved to me automatically.
I took a sip.
“Don’t look at me.”
“I need poster board tomorrow.”
He looked back at Sasha.
“What kind?”
She smiled.
And for the first time since I broke my leg, Harold reached for his phone to make a note before anybody thanked him.
Harold reached for his phone to make a note.
***
At 6:35 the next morning, he appeared beside my bed.
“Where are Nicki’s sneakers?”
I opened one eye.
“Ask Nicki.”
“She says she doesn’t know.”
“Ask Nicki.”
“Then you’re both having an exciting morning.”
He left.
Ten minutes later, Sasha yelled that nobody had woken her up.
“You have an alarm!” Harold called.
Nicki shouted from downstairs, “We’re children!”
