It was a warm, lazy weekend evening, and her body felt loose and relaxed from the first Zumba class she’d taken that afternoon. Pasta, a glass of wine, the kids sleeping through the night—life looked pretty good at the moment. “I wonder if I’m taller than Jacob,” Addison had said. He’d been sitting at the kitchen table, playing a handheld Nintendo DS game, his thumbs moving quickly. “I dunno,” Tessa had said. Shoot, she’d forgotten to buy lettuce at the store, so they wouldn’t have salad. She checked the vegetable bin and decided to cut up carrots and celery instead. “I’m going to ask Danny,” Addison had continued. “Ask him what?” Tessa had said. “Whose are longer,” Addison had said. “He checked our legs.” “Danny checked your legs?” Tessa had asked. “At Young Rangers?” She didn’t recall seeing it, though she could have been chatting with another parent.
