The doorbell chimed, echoing through the house. I’m already late to work as I brush my teeth scrambling to collect my gear.
“Honey! Get the door!” I shout, garbled by the steady building froth of toothpaste.
“Dad’s already gone to work, Mom,” Rachel said, peeking her brown, freckled face around the door. Her thick mop of coils swung wildly as she dashed from the room screaming, “I’ll get it!”
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