Chapter Twelve
Graham
The following weekend, I walked past the living room, studiously ignoring the giggling escaping into the kitchen, and sat down at the table. Allie was having friends over tonight. Overnights were the bane of my existence. It felt like teenage hormones descended upon the house.
I glanced around. There were empty pizza boxes on the counter. Blessedly, the girls had cleaned up and already put their dishes in the dishwasher. If I’d learned one thing as a parent, it was making sure to mention the good stuff. I reversed course and leaned into the living room.
“Thanks for cleaning up your dishes, girls,” I called over the cacophony of voices.
It was amazing to me that only three of them could make so much noise. They turned to look at me from where they sat on the floor
