“Say hello, James,” Ellen asked of him again. “I’m sorry, ladies. He’s just the fussiest today. I hope he isn’t too much of a handful for Mayra.”

“That’s right,” Nancy said, looking at James squarely. “Our little man needs to be on his best behavior today. Grammies are going to Grandma Susan’s house to help with her with her backyard garden and hims has to be a perfect little gentleman for his babysitter.”

Ellen craned her neck over Susan and Nancy, as she saw a wine-red minivan pulling up the drive.