25
Sometime after eight o’clock, Abigail settled down in Mateo’s living room sofa to watch the news. Her body melted into the cushions and a sigh escaped her lips. She was tuckered out.
After enjoying a leisurely chat at the coffee house, Abigail had accompanied Ida on her evening runs. Micah, Jonny, and Sonny were picked up from school and then jetted to their respective piano, math and ballet classes. An hour later, they were shuttled to the ice cream parlor where Abigail treated them all to their favorite flavors.
She hadn’t been doing much of anything and yet the constant activity and chatter had her wondering how Ida did it all on top of cooking and teaching her classes at the university. Abigail would have dropped dead from exhaustion if her life was a cycle of such chaos.
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