Tiffany
“You didn’t go to work, yet?" Tiffany asks as she walks down the stairs to find me still in the kitchen.
"It's a Saturday," I tell her without looking up. "You slept in."
"Yeah…" she nods absentmindedly. "I went into Larry's room early this morning because he had a nightmare. I stayed until he fell asleep. It's probably why I slept in. Where's he anyway?"
"He had a nightmare?" This is new. I saw Larry this morning and he didn't mention anything about a nightmare. It makes me jealous and happy at the same time that my son has trusted her enough to talk about these things with her.
"Yes," she arches an eyebrow at me. "I know it's a Saturday but you go to work even on weekends too."
I follow her around. She walks into the living room and turns off the TV.
“We should have a p
