Renee’s POV
The next morning Eric and I dance around one another in the kitchen trying to get our breakfast together while Debbie sits at the glass dining table chomping into her toast looking amused.
I reach over Eric’s head while he ducks down to get something out of the dishwasher, then I lean out of his way while he grabs a mug out of the cabinet.
I must say for not having rehearsed at all we’re in great synch.
“Who’s taking me to school today?” Debbie asks looking between the both of us. Eric and I freeze in our motion and look at one another waiting for the other to answer first.
“Not it,” I call out. “Nothing personal, Debbie,” I quickly add. She rolls her eyes and stabs her fork into her eggs.
Eric shakes his head and laughs. “Fine,” he agrees. “I’ll take Debbie to school,
