“We Need Your Apartment For The Weekend,” She Texted—Without Asking

us.”

His shoulders dropped—actually dropped—like he’d been bracing for someone to be on our couch.

“Can we build the Lego city?” he asked.

“All weekend,” I said.

At one point, he glanced at the front door. “Grandma doesn’t have a key anymore?”

“No, buddy. Only me.”

He was quiet for a second. Then nodded like he understood something bigger than keys.

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