One afternoon, Ilya looked over the top of his book.
“Tashenka.”
She looked up immediately.
<Yes?>
“I haven’t seen you ask Daddy to play hockey in the driveway this week.”
She looked back down at her picture.
<He’s busy.>
“He’d make time.”
Another small shrug.
<I don’t want to bother him.>
The words settled heavily inside Ilya’s chest.
Because he remembered another little girl saying almost those exact words after Sofia was born.
“I didn’t want to bother you.”

Zach really does not let his foot off the weirdo pedal.
I don’t think Bryce likes his jokes so much anymore

When do I get my 20 minutes to talk to totally-not-brain-dead and super robust Mitch McConnell?

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