Trouble With Kids
Wilmington, Delaware
I got home from Teddy’s, later than I wanted to, and crept into bed so I wouldn’t disturb Angie. She was in a deep sleep, breathing calmly. I slid my hands under my pillow and stared at the ceiling. It was so quiet I felt as if I should be able to listen to her heart beat, but all I could hear was her breathing and the click of the clock when the minute hand moved.
The next thing I knew, Angie was calling me for breakfast. I got up, threw on some shorts, and went to have the morning meal with her and Rosa. “Good morning, ladies. How goes it today?”
Angie set a plate of eggs and sausage on the table while I poured coffee for the two of us and then took a seat next to her. “Do any good last night?” she asked.
“I talked to a few people, but they did
