“If Ms. Camilla can sleep over naked at Dad’s, it’s ok that you sleep here.” He shrugs before going over to the refrigerator and grabbing the orange juice. “Yeah, she’s naked a lot,” Rachel agrees from her chair at the counter. “Rach,” Gabe says to her in warning. “And she says ‘oh, God’ a lot, too,” Rachel continues. “I don’t want to pray like that at night, Mommy. Once is good.”
