Three days had passed since I’d left messages for the mother of one of my daughters’ friends.
The girl was one of several middleschoolers who had spent the night carousing at our house, and who’d left bits and pieces behind. I’d managed to reunite the other girls with their swimsuits, towels and hairbrushes, not to mention the single shoe that someone belatedly found tucked into the sofa cushions.
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