Bobbie was making coffee in the morning when she heard the stomp of the kids’ feet on the stairs.
Max slid into the kitchen, “where’s Papa?”
“I don’t know,” she made a face. “I got up and he appears to have gone out.”
Ollie ducked under her arm, “Mom! Where did he go? Is he coming back?”
“Well, yeah, he’s coming back but I’m not keeper. If he needs to go out, he needs to go out.”
“What time is it?” Max asked frowning.
“It’s just coming on seven.”
“Are you going into the office today?” Lark asked.
“No,” she felt she was under interrogation by the three of them. “I’m working from home. Grady is going into the office. He hasn’t been there in two weeks. He has stuff to do.” She moved to the tray of fruit she needed to finish cutting up.
“Is Mom working today?” Lark asked
“Yes. She’s
