Lindsey said. “Oh, well, generally it’s the one who has just been productive in his diaper. Usually, you can smell him coming,” Beth said. “I’ve found it’s best to mouth breathe during the stories.” Lindsey lifted the ice pack off of the bump on her forehead and gave Beth another hard stare. “Again, information I could have used.” Beth ducked her head, and Lindsey was pleased to see a smile twitch her lips. They were crashed on the love seats in front of Beth’s fireplace, sharing a meatball sub and a bottle of red wine. She had stopped by on her way home to check on Beth, and she was happy if her disastrous story time gave her friend something to smile about. “So, I’m still not sure how you smacked your head on the puppet theater,” Beth said. “It was the hokey pokey. The heel on my shoe broke in the middle of putting my right foot in, and to avoid flattening little Emma Jacobs, I had to twist my body, which made my forehead connect with the corner of the puppet theater.”
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