Chapter One Hundred and Ten. Cal.
It feels so easy and natural putting all three kids to bed. It did not escape my notice that we worked together fluently. Like we had done this for years, not just weeks.
Over the past few days, I have gotten to know Marnie’s little idiosyncrasies, all kids have, how she likes to kiss her purple blob at bedtime. How, she also enjoyed a story, helping her relax. Mabel was sitting on the edge of the bed Marnie was sharing with Kirstie, reading them The Three Little Pigs.
“I will BLOW your house down,” she said with gusto, making both our daughters giggle with excitement. The story was a little young for Kirstie, yet she was enjoying it just the same.
Once finished, Mabel stood up, placing a soft kiss on both girls’ foreheads, before moving to Dante’s
