‘Wagon Wheel” pounds from the radio, and we are headed south. “Louder,” shouts a kid from the back. I should insist on manners but don’t. I’m so tired of talking.

“Where we going?” says the baby. “Mama! Where we going?” he repeats.

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Rottweiler

The endless Pat on the back

Dr. Vladtheimp

??

Instead, I’ve buried myself beneath the burden of caring for someone else’s children while watching my own flail.

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