Beside him was a stick figure with long black hair.
Underneath, Sasha had written:
Takes Miss Adele to work because her car is broken.
Then, in Nicki’s enormous block letters:
OUR SCHOOL IS TOO FAR.
I stopped smiling.
Apparently, our daughters had heard more than we realized.
Harold was upstairs getting ready.
I looked at the poster.
Then toward the hallway.
I didn’t change a single word.
Didn’t add anything.
Didn’t explain anything.
When the girls went upstairs to brush their teeth, I folded the poster with the drawings hidden inside.
Then I hobbled outside.
Harold’s car was unlocked.
I placed the folded poster on the passenger seat.
One small surprise.
That was all.
An hour later, my phone rang.
Harold.
“Scarlett, what did you do?”
I moved the phone away from my ear.
“Good morning.”
“Adele saw it!”
“Saw what?”
