That night, I’m heading to the kitchen to prepare Mia’s late night meal. She hasn’t woken up yet, I’m holding her baby monitor. But I expect her fussing at any moment. This, at least, is generally predictable and something Neil and I added to our schedule.
Which is part of the reason I’m surprised to hear voices from the kitchen.
“You will talk to me,” Neil said, voice more tired than angry. “I’d like to know why you are being such an insufferable dick.”
“It’s not any of your damn business, Neil.”
“Anything that affects the natural order around here is my business, Archer. If there’s an issue, I’d hear about it now so I can make the necessary adjustments.”
“Gods, you just have to fix every little thing, don’t you? This. Doesn’t. Affect. You. Let it go.”
“I’ll let it go when you give
