[BONUS] I Built a Pillow Fort for the Girl I Babysit… And She Vanished Inside
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A warm, comforting light beamed from the downstairs windows. He checked his phone. 6.52. Early, but he liked to be early. Because being late to babysit felt worse than being late to, well, almost anything else. You couldn't hastily text a seven-year-old, running ten minutes behind, my bad, with three crying laughing emojis and have it mean anything. Grabbing his bag off the passenger seat, a well-loved canvas tote that sported his community college logo, Ben stepped out of the car. It was cold tonight. He shivered and started quickly up the driveway, keys still in hand and thumb working the little dinosaur key chain Mia had given him last Christmas. He didn't make it to the porch. The front door swung open and a small shape came barreling out and darted down the driveway, arms already out.
Oh my god, wait, Mia! Mia hit Ben around the waist at full speed. She was in her pajamas and wasn't wearing shoes or socks, just feet slapping down the cold asphalt like the temperature was a problem for other people. You're not wearing shoes, Ben said into the top of Mia's head.
Yeah.
Mia giggled. I saw your car. You're gonna freeze your toes off, and then I'm gonna have to explain to your mom why you only have nine toes. No, I have ten toes. Mia said with the confidence of someone correcting a glaringly obvious error. Well, yeah, for now.
Mia Mallory Graham.
Rachel was in the doorway, then on the driveway. She moved with the unhurried pace of a woman who had done this exact thing a hundred times and knew her kid wouldn't get far. Rachel Graham was 41 and worked three days a week now at a dermatology practice she'd helped build before Mia was born. She had one earring in and the other dangled in her hand.
How does Ben arrive and first encounter Mia at the Graham house?
Get back here, you little maniac. It's freezing. Hi, Ben. Hi.
Ben peeled Mia off his hip enough to walk. I caught the runaway. Much appreciated. Rachel herded them both back toward the open door, toward the light and the warmth spilling from it.
Mia, inside, go. Your feet are gonna be ice cubes.
It smelled like a candle inside, a scent that would be called cinnamon pumpkin or fall harvest. The foyer featured a gaudy chandelier and a console table with a bowl of keys and a framed photo of the Grams at the beach. Kevin Graham came down the stairs, adjusting his collar. He was some sort of senior vice president somewhere, with a good handshake, a better laugh, and more likely to leave me a 20 on the counter. for DoorDash or whatever. He finished buttoning a dress shirt with the fold lines still in it. There's our guy, Kevin announced. Our savior. Want anything? Water? A Coke? Rachel got some of those. He trailed off, vaguely gesturing toward the kitchen. The seltzer things. I'm good, thanks. He's always okay, Rachel said, fitting in the second earring at the mirror.
Four years and he's never once taken a seltzer thing. It's a standing offer, Kevin said. Mia had attached herself to Ben's leg and was looking up at the adults talking over her head. So we're probably going to the new place over by Whole Foods, Rachel said. Coletta, I think, is what it's called. It's got a tasting menu, Kevin said. It's not a tasting menu. You keep saying that. They just do small plates. Should be pretty good, Kevin grinned, batting his stomach. Anyway, Rachel continued.
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