CHAPTER 15
By the time Kimmie got the bathroom at least relatively clean, Pip had fallen asleep, content to finish his interrupted nap at home. It was just as well. She was sure he needed the sleep. She still didn’t know how he was processing their mother’s death. He’d cried when the ambulance came to carry her body away, but how much did he really understand? Kimmie had tried to explain to him, but what words do you use to tell a three-year-old their mother is dead?
Chuck was taking an afternoon snooze in front of the TV, and Kimmie tiptoed into the kitchen and scanned the cupboards. It was one of her regular pastimes, something she liked to call let’s see how much food there is and figure out how many days we can make it last.
Today she was lucky. She pulled down two cans of chili fro
