Jane tried to shout in a whisper as she hurtled toward me. “Let me talk to Mommy!” She grabbed at the receiver. I tortured her for two seconds, holding it above her head. Then I gave in, before she collapsed with yearning. “Hi, Mommy,” she said in her most annoying baby voice. How could she be so funny and big-kid one moment and such a baby brat the next? I looked at Dad and rolled my eyes. “I miss you, Mommy. Did you get me some bookmarks at the conference?” Jane smiled up at me and nodded, as if I cared. “Uh-huh,” she said. “Uh-huh.” “The word is ‘yes,’” I hissed. “Okay, Mommy.” She started to pass me the phone and then remembered something. “Oh!” she added, smirking at me. “I know something you don’t know—” “My turn!” I snatched the phone out of her hand. “Hi, Mom. How’s the conference going?” “Oh, it’s great. Lots of wonderful new books this season. Listen, Jane seems to be missing me. Could you make an extra effort to be a backup mommy while I’m gone?”
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