When the phone rang, my brain didn’t register the source of the noise. The night before I had taught a gluten-free sourdough class. The night before that I had worked all day, picked the kids up from camp, attended the production of Frozen that Lucy and her 19 fellow campers had created in 5 days (of course, the directors did that), and then drove to a …
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