When Orla walks in the door, I greet her with flowers. I also got some apple blossoms for Pudding to eat, since I didn’t want him to feel left out, so there’s a convenient trail of pink petals all through the house as my Celtic queen walks in through the garage with her eyebrow arched.

”What’s all this?”

”Well,” I lean against the counter. ”First of all, our daughter is still across the street, so any reactions you have ...