The oven is off. The chicken pot pies are cooling on the stove. Daniel is ready to go to sleep after a bath. He is full.
It is almost dark, the outward world is blue, and it starts to rain. Most of the windows are open, to let the sound and the breeze in.
Stray bird calls. A car goes up the street. Pause. I straighten my shoulders, it is a reflex.
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