Bobbie entered the office and leaned against the side of the opened French doors while she watched with a small smile the scene in front of her. It had been two hours since he’d stomped down to the basement with the kids and the kids other than to race up occasionally to go to the bathroom, all appeared to be content with playing in the basement, for now.
Olivier was working in a tiny corner of his oversized desk, his laptop on the edge, while the five kids commandeered his space and were all standing around the rest of the desk coloring pictures chatting up a storm. How he was getting any work done was beyond her.
Max noticed her first and he waved exuberantly, “Mom, mom, look, dad is letting us work in his office with him.”
“I see you,” she smiled at him. “Meri made lunch.”
Max’s eye
