worked hard to enjoy after my husband died. My daughter-in-law Claire’s name appeared on my phone. She rarely called me without Daniel, so I answered at once.
“Linda, I’m sorry to ask,” she said. she’d just been promoted to regional manager, their longtime nanny had quit without warning, and she was frightened that the new job would suffer before she’d had a chance to settle into it. Daniel was buried in his own work.
Would I stay with them for six weeks until they found child care? I could use
