Chloe picked up her bag and a cigarette as she scrambled and shuffled through her pockets and piles of papers around the living room for her keys, muttering a bit.

“I’m almost ready to take you to your first day at daycare, squirt— tell me what you ain’t gonna do, and what you are?” Chloe said, still shuffling for her keys, although she stopped to look and smile at you a bit.