Otis’s hair blows in the wind like silk as he runs around the yard, all thirty square feet of it. For now, he’s still at the age where he’s grateful for everything.But that won’t last forever.I was gonna call Conrad last night, but I don’t want to make out like I’m desperate. Even though I am.It’s the definition of desperation.To pay nanny fees, I’m gonna have to forfeit a few nonessentials on the grocery list until further notice, including butter.After finishing the toast, I drink a gallon of water to cure my dry mouth, and take out the card again.Barbed fucking wire.Not like I should be surprised. The neighbors are nuts and hate kids with a passion. To them, Otis is a dog they don’t want anywhere near their property.“What’s that, Mommy?” Otis leans over my shoulder and tries to read the card.“Nothing, baby. Just work stuff.”I slip it back into my pocket before his next question is about the silhouette of a busty woman displayed on the card.Of course, I have Otis, but a t
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