My husband told me his friend had just had a baby, that she’d be moving in for six months, and that I’d be the one looking after her. I smiled and said of course. Then Saturday came, and the doorbell rang.
The Saturday sun was bright and unforgiving when the doorbell rang at 10:00 AM. My husband, Mark, bounded down the stairs in a fresh linen shirt, humming to himself, acting every bit the welcoming host. I remained seated in the living room with my cup of coffee, completely relaxed, watching him scurry to open the … Read more