Joseph, you’re out of clean towels.” Lucia poked her head into the living room, the rest of her hidden behind the wall. Her red hair dripped water onto my wooden floors.

“She’s in the buff.” Jenna guffawed. Gabriella rolled her eyes, beaming.

I rose. “Go back to the bathroom. I’ll bring you a towel,” I ordered Lucia. She disappeared down the hall.

“You have naked angels running around your house,” Jenna continued through her laughter. Gabby laughed louder.

Laura Kreitzer