And she said:
“No, we can’t ask her to move out. Are you kidding? She watches the kids, she pays for half of everything, she does the groceries. It’s not her we’re keeping around — it’s her money that’s saving us.”
I stood in that laundry room with a towel in my hands.
Then I finished folding the towels, all eleven of them, and I put them in the linen closet, and I went to my room and I lay down for a while.
I never said a word about it. Not to her, not to Daniel, not to Delphine.
I folded that up and put it inside my chest like a needle hidden in fabric, and I went on making dinner four nights a week for six more months.
That’s Why the Note Didn’t Surprise Me. It Just Finally Explained Something.
