Which is probably why people think they can take advantage of her.
Our neighbor, Claire, lives across the street.
She’s 36 years old and works at a marketing agency that always seemed to be sending her to “client lunches” and “strategy meetings.” These events happen mysteriously during happy hour.
She has a three-year-old daughter named Lily who’s either screaming, sleeping, or bouncing off the walls.
Claire stopped me one morning while I was watering the porch plants.
She was holding Lily, who had grape juice all over her shirt and was chewing a Barbie shoe.
“Hey,” Claire said.
“This is random, but do you think your mom would be up for watching Lily a few afternoons a week?”
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