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

“Coworkers need help too,” he said.

I looked at him.

Something in my voice made him frown.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

For once, I stopped arguing.

***

The next morning, Sasha was working at the kitchen table while Harold got ready.

A first draft of Sasha’s school project covered half the surface.

At the top, in purple marker, she’d written:

PEOPLE WHO HELP MY FAMILY

There were drawings underneath.

I recognized myself by the red hair and enormous gray cast.

Under MOM, Sasha had written:

Takes us to school.

Makes lunch.

Knows where everything is.

Nicki had squeezed in another line beneath it:

EVEN WITH THE GIANT LEG.

I laughed.

Nicki grinned.

Then I saw the right side.