Chapter 24

Back at the house, I automatically pulled my key ring out and pressed the garage door opener. It didn’t open. I stared at it, back at the key ring, and said, “Right. I meant to do that.” I manhandled the door open, and we hauled the cart in, even though there was barely room.

Miranda climbed down, her dolls under one arm, and said, “This is like a stable for cars. I like horses better. Do you have a horse?”

“If I do, it’s up in the attic. It’s small, but your babies could use it. Also, there’s my sister’s old dollhouse up there. I’ll get it for you later.” I thought I saw Great-Grandma’s old wind-up Victrola up there, too. And old 78 RPM records.

Finn would have his music, live at the church, and here as well. Which reminded me, I had no idea when anyone’s birthday was. Heck, I didn’t even know today’s date. I knew it was Friday, the first full week in May, and that was it. Did it matter?