A key turned in the lock. The door creaked open. I sighed. Third time this week, I thought.
“Sorry to bother you in the middle of dinner,” he said to me. Turning to Melanie, he then said, “Hi, pumpkin! How -”
I pulled him towards the room, then turned back to Melanie, saying, “Mel, eat your dinner by yourself, okay? Don’t make a mess.”
“Yes, mom.”
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