“Please don’t do that, Beth, as much as he deserves it,” I said with a weak, teary laugh.

“Tell me what you need from me right this second, Claire, and don’t you dare tell me you’ve got it all handled,” Beth demanded in her usual no-nonsense way.

“I don’t even know where to begin, Beth, because the laundry’s three feet high, the sink is full of dirty bottles and I’m scared to leave Austin alone with his thoughts,” I confessed.

“I’ve got Thursday and Friday afternoons totally free from the dental clinic, Claire, so I’m coming over to hold babies, scrub your kitchen and fold laundry while you take a two-hour bath,” Beth announced firmly.