Picking Up Kids

JD barely had time to put the truck in park before Joanne flung the door open and jumped out.

"Damn it, Joanne," he muttered, slamming the brakes right in the middle of the road.

She was already walking toward the kids, her voice warm and inviting. "Hey, guys!"

The oldest boy stiffened, clutching the toddler tighter against his chest. His other hand gripped his little sister's wrist as he took a cautious step back. Then, without warning, he turned and bolted, dragging the younger two with him.

Joanne didn't hesitate.

"You're Tommy, right? Tommy Walsh?" she called out, hurrying after them.

JD frowned. Walsh? The name rang a bell. He stepped out of the truck, watching as Joanne slowed her approach, her voice softening.

The boy hesitated, panting hard. His backpack sagged on his small frame, the weight slowing him down. He couldn't outrun her, not while pulling his sisters along.