left.
It wasn’t their fault I’d canceled. I’d agreed to it because the request sounded urgent and because I kept expecting a replacement nanny to arrive any day. In Daniel’s home office, the stack of printed resumes hadn’t moved in over a week. When I asked about interviews, he said they’d get to it. He came home that evening, tossed his keys on the counter, and asked what was for dinner.
I noticed the small costs too. Milk when they ran out, pizza when Daniel worked late, art supplies for
