The Wire That Stopped at My Kitchen Table
11:30.
Zoe watched me fold it.
“Are you taking me?” “No.
You have school.” “I can help.” “You already helped.” She frowned.
“I mean with the tablet.” “I know what you mean.” I put the tablet beside her cereal bowl.
“But you found the clue, Zoe.
I’m the adult who has to decide what to do with it.” She looked at the screen another second, then nodded, and I want to say that I handled that perfectly, that I protected her completely from the weight of it.
I did not.
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