I make it to Bethany’s without any issues. I see my four girls in the open doorway as I exit the vehicle.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Bethany greets, ushering me into her warm house.

“Yes, it sucks that it snowed, but I’m glad you get to stay a few more days,” Savannah adds as we walk towards the kitchen.

“Hang on Bethany,” I call from the back-entry way.  “Do you have a side hustle I don’t know about?”

“No, why?” she ...