I think she’d like it if it is warmed up, so I put it on a plate and pop it in the microwave for forty-five seconds. While I let that heat up, I get her a tall glass of milk. Finally, when the microwave beeps, I grab the plate for her and place it on the breakfast bar. “Give it a few seconds to cool down, okay?”
“Okay,” Sierra acts like she has more to say, but she’s quiet for a few seconds until she has the courage to speak up again. “Are you and Mom married? I didn’t see a ring on your fingers, and when Uncle Ruslan and Aunt Amelia came by to see us last night, they had rings, so why don’t you and Mom have rings?” Ah, she’s diving into the thick of it. I didn’t even think she paid that much attention, but she obviously does.
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