Chapter 78: Madison

“Want anything from the kitchen?” Alma asks with our empty paper plates in her hands.

“I could go for some of your cookies.”

Liberty toddles behind Alma and McGee brings up the rear as the group enters the kitchen. During the commercial break, I quickly make a trip to the restroom. While I wash my hands, my cellphone vibrates.

Savannah: I’m headed home. too much talking. distracting

Me: 3 innings. shocked you lasted that long

Savannah: need to yell someone’s gotta score soon

Me: cheer loud!

Savannah: I will

I tuck my phone in my back pocket on my way to help in the kitchen.

“Let’s go,” Alma instructs her two little shadows.

“Need me to carry the cookies?” I offer.

“I’ve got it, if you help Liberty carry her treats.”

I look at my daughter’s hands. One clasps her cup, the other tightly grips a bone for McGee. He walks beside her with a careful eye on the treat she carries.  I love his patience with her—they truly are best friends.