“Three cribs didn’t fit in the bedroom, so I slept in the living room.”
Sophie covered her mouth.
“You never told us that.”
“They never asked.”
Emma seemed guilty.
I touched his shoulder.
“That’s not an accusation.”
Then I pointed to the entrance to the building.
“Grace screamed every night for three months.”
Grace frowned the gathered.
“It’s not true.”
“You absolutely did.”
Sophie snorted.
Emma laughs in spite of herself.
For a minute, Mom’s letter disappeared.
It was just us.
Again.
***
Our second stop was the grocery store where I once worked at night.
An older employee recognized me immediately.
Then he saw the girls.
“No.”
I smiled.
“Yes.”
“The babies?”
Emma roamed.
“We will apparently always be babies.”
The woman laughed in her teeth as she pulled out my three plastic baskets for clothes, those marked with E, G, and S that I was dragging everywhere.
