“Mommy, guess what!” Nadia, age eight, burst in the kitchen door, tossing her backpack in the corner.

“Nadia, what have I told you about exploding into the house like that?” her mother reminded her peevishly. “And please, put your backpack away properly!”

“Mommy, it’s cool! Wait til you hear!” the little girl bounced excitedly. “My teacher says I get to—“

“Sweetie, never mind, tell me later. I have wonderful news for you.” Ellen’s voice felt stiff. She had been preparing this speech all day. “You’re going to have a new daddy.”

“Mommy—NO!”

“Yes. He’ll be here for dinner.”

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