“Wuvie,” she said as her shoulders started to quake and the tears began to fall. “You’re okay,” I said as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bathroom. I set her down next to the sink, trying to decide where to start. She was covered. “Oh no, Hadley’s got the pukes now too?” Paisley said, shaking her head. “She does.” I pulled the tank top over Hadley’s head and used a fresh washcloth to clean her up. “How about two sick little girlies in the tub? I can wash your hair and we’ll put on some clean clothes.”
