Gabriel arrives on Thursday and we’re telling the kids. Nerves swirl in my stomach at just the thought. “What are you doing?” he asks. I glance up from my daydream. “I beg your pardon?” “What are you doing this weekend?” “I have an old friend visiting.” “Oh great. I’d love to meet them.” Gabriel would eat you alive and pick his teeth with your bones. “Sure.” I fake a smile. “I’ll let you know.”
