“Marie,” Joseph called trying to wake his daughter. “Marie!”
“What?” she moaned.
“I’m leaving, okay? I’ll be back later tonight.”
“Hey, wait,” she sat up wide awake. “Where are you goin’?”
“To work. I’ll be back later.”
“I thought you didn’t have to work today.”
“They called. I have to go.”
“Can’t someone else cover? You’ve been working every day for the past couple months. There can’t be that much of a shortage at the factory.”
“What’s with the third degree?” Joseph dodged. “I thought I was the parent.”
“You are, but every once in a while, you’ve gotta be looked after, too.”
“Thank you, Doodles, but I am fine,” he said kissing his daughter o
