Chapter Four
JOHN
Oh my God, what the hell is this? I hold up the contraption and rotate it back and forth, trying to make sense of what it does. It has a bunch of pointy sticks and holes. This can’t be safe for anyone.
“It’s a bottle drying rack, John,” Emily tells me after she watched me for a good minute trying to figure it out. “Goes by the sink so when you wash the bottles in hot water, you can put them on the rack and air dry them.”
“Why not just throw them in the dishwasher?” The words roll out of my mouth before I can stop myself. “Never mind. Dumb question.” I shake my head, feeling frustrated with all these new gadgets that have quickly taken over my house. The kitchen, living room, and my bedroom. I have no idea how I’m going to do this.
As soon as I called Mama, she rushed
