said, and walked away.
I stood there with two crying babies, a diaper bag cutting into my shoulder, and Claire’s voice in my head.
“Talk to them, Mason. Even when you feel silly. They’ll know your voice.”
I crouched by the stroller.
“Girls,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “we’re going to be quick. We’re going to be respectful. And Daddy’s got continue reading …