Clara is standing over Willow at the kitchen island, her eyes glued to me with surprise while the kid grins and gives me a little
wave. She’s holding a crayon in that same hand, apparently mid-coloring session while her mother works on cleaning thekitchen.
I give Willow a wink as I take a swig from a water bottle. This seems to be enough to appease the girl, and she returns to hercoloring book. “And then what happened, Mommy?”
Clara blushes. It’s definitely not from the heat; her eyes are wide as she watches me watch her.
“Oh, well… um… Right.” She turns back to Willow and simultaneously moves to the microwave, spraying the inside with acleaning solution. “Well, a promise was a promise. And even though she lived with him, she still needed to kiss him.”
Interesting.
