Later on, I’m getting dressed for Joe and Sophie’s anniversary event. I also have a tiny nagging headache that’s been bugging me all day. I chalk it up to stress. It got worse when I came home to find my son checking the oil out under Chelsea’s hood. I hear Monie get out of the shower. The kids are downstairs with Mangia watching television. Thomas is seventeen now, and normally I’d have no problem leaving him in charge of Christie when we’re out. Right now, though, I’m not sure if I would leave him in charge of a rabbit, let alone his sister. But at this late hour, there’s little chance of finding someone to look after things while we’re out. I just have to trust he won’t go stupid on me. Then again, knowing my daughter, she’d be on the phone to me in a heartbeat if he had anyone over, es
