Willa got a house full of teenagers and a father who was already tired, and she has been raised, functionally, by five sisters and an aunt, and she is the most self-possessed fifteen-year-old I have ever met and I had very little to do with it.

And Bea got nothing, and that is coming, and I have been dreading writing it since I started.

Part Four: The Refrigerator

There was a piece of paper on our refrigerator from the January of 2011 until we moved in 2014, and it was replaced perhaps sixty times, and it was always in my oldest daughter’s handwriting.

It was the schedule.

Across the top, the days.