the ingredients. Let’s go look.”
 
 I push back from the table,
 
 and am surprised to feel a little
 
 hand slip into mine. The eggs
 
 is in the ’frigerator. She tugs gently.
 
 It’s the first time I’ve really
 
 realized how much she misses her
 
 mother, and she tugs more than my
 
 hand. She tugs at my heart.
 
 By the Time Brad Stomps In
 
 Tracking wet snow,
 
 LaTreya has joined the party.
 
 Devon runs over, jumps up
 
 and down. I’m cooking, Daddy.
 
 LaTreya keeps stirring a thick,
 
 creamy batter. Me too. Pancakes.
 
 Brad takes in the domestic
 
 scene. Good thing. I’m hungry.
 
 Then he turns to me. I drove all
 
 the way to the freeway, but couldn’t
 
 find your car anywhere. It’s either
 
 buried or they towed it.
 
 “Mom called. They towed it.
 
 I tried your cell, but no answer.”
 
 Devon happily interrupts,
 
 ’Tina’s gonna draw my picture.
 
 LaTreya shoots an envious look.
 
 How come? What about me?
 
 Before I can answer, Brad does.
 
 I’m sure she’ll draw you, too.