Last time Derek and his Daddy had come over for the afternoon, I’d ended up in time-out for running down the steps and not holding onto the handrail. Colt wasn’t my Daddy, but he took the job of watching after me seriously and he had been convinced that little boys needed to be careful on the steps. In my little headspace, the time-out had been pure torture. Three weeks later, I was still holding onto the handrail when I walked up or down the steps
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