So I want to thank you all for having managed to avoid work crises, childcare emergencies—” Some polyphonic bells rang out from Ben’s breast pocket and he leapt to his feet, nearly clocking Tom in the head on the way. “Fuck. Babysitter. I bet the little fuckers have burned the house down.” And, with that, he ran out of the room. “—mostly avoid childcare emergencies,” Jennifer continued.
