—Mabel—
“Mommy, can we get a puppy today?”
I looked up from my coffee to find three eager faces staring at me across the breakfast table.
“A puppy?”
“Yes!” they chorused.
I glanced at my wristwatch. It was 9:00 a.m. on Thursday morning.
“Please, Mommy,” Damian pleaded.
“We'll take care of him,” Nathaniel promised.
Eloise nodded so hard her ponytail bounced. “We already picked a name.”
Six years of motherhood had taught me one thing: whenever my triplets agreed on something, resistance was futile. Besides, a puppy might be just the distraction they needed from all the questions they'd been asking about their father.
“Alright. It's a done deal. I'll get you a puppy on my way back from work.”
The children's faces fell.
“We wanted to come with you and make our choice, Mommy,” Elois
