Caroline’s upper lip juts out as she turns to me. “Are you coming for dinner? I don’t mind sharing.”
I smile at the selfless offer. “Thanks, Caroline, but I’ll have to come back another time.”
“Oh.” Her mouth turns down at the corners. “Okay.”
Emma comes up behind the girls and puts a hand on each of their shoulders. “Go on. I’ll be right in.”
“Auntie Em, can you help me wash my hands?”
“Reagan, you already know how to wash your hands.”
“But I want you to do it. You’re never home for dinner. Please? Pretty please?”
Emma’s face breaks into a tired smile. “Of course I’ll help.” She sneaks me an apologetic glance and ducks into the kitchen with both girls trailing behind her.
Josh, however, stays exactly where he is. When I get to my feet, so does he.
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