The Wrong Photo Arrived From Manhattan on Christmas Eve While My Twins Were Crying
“The twins have ear infections with fever,” I said.
“Doctor Miller prescribed antibiotic drops that have to be given every six hours.”
“Then buy the drops,” Cole said, tapping his thumb against his watch face.
“You have thirty minutes to decide before my next conference call.”
“You locked my secondary debit card yesterday morning,” I said.
“That was an automatic system check by the bank,” Cole said, cutting me off before I could finish.
“Bring the boys home, and the card will work again by four o’clock.”