The first thing my daughter said when I came home early was, “Careful, Dad. It’s wet. I’m almost done.” She was twelve years old, kneeling on our entryway tile with a scrub brush in her hand. In the next room, four women were drinking wine

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wasn’t the chore itself that disturbed me.

There was nothing unreasonable about asking a twelve-year-old to help clean.

But scrubbing a floor while four adults enjoyed wine in the next room was an entirely different picture from the household routine I’d agreed to.

And Maya’s hesitation made it worse.

I looked at Tiffany.

“I think we should end book club early today.”

Her mouth fell open.

“Greg!”

“I’ve been away for several days, and I’d like some time with Maya.”

Two of the women immediately began gathering their belongings.

One murmured that she needed to get home anyway.

But June Callahan stayed exactly where she was.

Her expression had grown even more serious.

“Tiffany,” she said quietly, “there’s something I need to clear up.”

My wife forced a smile.

“What is it, June?”

June glanced toward the kitchen, where Maya was washing her hands.

Then she looked back at Tiffany.

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