Gosia, our nanny or housekeeper or whatever she is now that we are too old for a nanny, had a plate covered in tinfoil ready for Allison. Gosia is not just gorgeous but is also a master pasta-with-butter chef; nobody makes it as good as she does and it is our absolute favorite meal. For the first...
“Good night,” Kevin whispered. “Hey,” Samantha said, near my head. “I won.” “You cheated.” “You can’t cheat in chess. You promised.” “Ugh. Fine.” I heard Kevin tiptoe loudly into the room. I opened the eye that was against the pillow. Kevin had his back to me, and Samantha’s eyes were closed. Thi...
“Hi, Charlie!” Mom said as I passed. “You guys are gross,” I answered. It smelled good in there, but it was too hot and steamy, in every inconceivable way. “How was work?” she called after me. “Um,” I said, yanking myself up the stairs with help from the banister. Kevin’s door was closed, I saw a...