Street,â I say.
As we drive across the park, the cab warms up and I unwind my scarf from around my neck. William and I don't talk. We never do. He looks out his window and I look out mine. A faint but foul odor begins to tickle my nostrils and I wrinkle my nose. The dog shit on William's shoe has begun to defrost.
Chapter 3
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Olivia books, it doesn't matter if the little white pig is not at all sleepy. She still has to take a nap. William, however, is under no such compulsion. His mother has decreed that since William's imagination is so âactivated,â since he is so bright, so creative, so highly intelligent, he is in need of constant stimulation and thus cannot be compelled to sleep during the day. I cannot help but believe that Carolyn could have issued such an edict only because it is never she who has to stimulate William's activated little self. Whenever William is not in Jack's or my care, he is with his nanny, Sonia. Sonia's days off are identical to the custody arrangementâevery Wednesday and every other weekend. Only then does
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