Emma looked guilty.
I touched his shoulder.
“That’s not an accusation.”
Then I pointed towards the entrance of the building.
“Grace screamed every night for three months.”
Grace frowned.
“It isn’t true”.
“You absolutely did it.”
Sophie snorted.
Emma laughed despite herself.
For a minute, Mom’s letter disappeared.
It was just us.
Again.
***
Our second stop was the grocery store where I once worked nights.
An older employee recognized me immediately.
Then he saw the girls.
“No”.
I smiled.
“Yeah”.
“The babies?”
Emma moaned.
“Apparently we will always be babies.”
The woman chuckled as she took out my three plastic laundry baskets, the ones marked E, G and S, which I dragged everywhere.
They contained diapers, clothes, snacks, and essentially everything for emergencies.
She had kept those ridiculous baskets long after the girls had outgrown them.
Sophie apparently used to mind her own business.
Grace hid cookies in hers.
Emma
