Wednesday, June 19, 2019


“We’re here, they’re there.”

“I still feel guilty.”

Saturday, July 04, 2015

“Having too much fun?” Noa handed Antonio a baby wipe.

“Honestly? Yeah.” Antonio fastened Apple’s new diaper and returned the one-year-old to her crib.

Noa led him back to her room.

Antonio closed the doors. “Shouldn’t I rend my garments and sleep in a sackcloth?”

“After you tear your clothes off, you can sleep here next to me. At least until Morrow returns with Sasha. Unless they want to scooch in. Could get cramped.”

“How are you so glib?”

Noa crept under the sheets. “It could all fall apart. Let’s savor today.”


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