cemetery dirt on my shoes and asked, “Mom, have you thought about what you’re going to do with the house?”
I carried that question with me all week.
So when Austin returned in a new shirt and dark sunglasses, speaking with the demanding tone Chloe had encouraged, I already understood what he had become.
“Mom, we’re going away to the Bahamas for a few days.”
“That’s nice, son.”
“You’re going to watch the pets.”
Chloe followed him inside carrying three cages.
Two parakeets shrieked from one.
A white rabbit shook
