Going to see her the car is faltering, making a grinding noise. Around curves. When braking. The front wheel on my side.
Abby in yesterday's clothes, Sam dressed and smiling. She is crying. Take her in.
Eat together, breaking bread. The waitress pours coffee right over the baby. He ignores her. Too much food, too much to think about.
The car makes it home. Out with the car seats. Out with the carriages. Have it towed.
She is sweeping my rug. Cleaning. Folded laundry, shoes and toys in a box. Keeping busy. Helping.
She dumps my pocketbook into the toy box. Fills it with legos. Rolls it up.
The day goes by.
This is how time is spent.