“What happens now?” I don’t even know how many times he’s asked me this today. Last time the answer was: I put the kids to bed. Before that it was: We watch Wheel of Fortune. Preceded by: We have dinner. Between school and dinner was two hours of Fagin training. I’m not entirely sure if Arthur did his homework. I pour a glass of wine and head toward the sunroom. “Can I come?” I also don’t know how many times he’s asked that today. I grab a second glass.
