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EMMA McLAUGHLIN
and
NICOLA KRAUS
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Over You
Copyright © 2012 by Emma McLaughlin & Nicola Kraus
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Under the navy night sky, Max checks the address texted
to her and walks a few paces down to the appointed
stoop on Bank Street, the one lined with carved pump-
kins. She drops her BlackBerry back into her hard-sided
red bag, jogs up the steps, and rings the bell, smoothing
her tight, black skirt suit and reviewing in her mind
the details of the particular tragedy awaiting her. She
notes that the large living room window is pasted with
construction-paper bat cutouts. Which confirms her
instinct that there are younger siblings on the premises.
As the door is unlocked, Max can smell the Old El Paso
taco dinner that’s long since been cleared from the table.
“Hello?” A woman with bare feet below her trousers
stands rubbing her hands dry on a dishcloth.
“Hi! Mrs. Stetson? I’m Max. I’m here to see Bridget.”
“The tutor?”
“Yes! The tutor, yes.” Max embraces the cover. Unsure
what the mothers have been told, upon arrival she always
follows their lead.
Mrs. Stetson f lips the towel over her shoulder. “Her
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“I’m sorry?”
“Delivery from Cooper Baby. You ordered a crib?”
“Yes.” Realizing in the oversized robe she could be a
Teen Mom episode, Max gestures to the stoop above her.
“Um, I didn’t. My mother did. Can you carry it? The
nursery’s on the second f loor.”
“No problem.” He retreats to the sidewalk, where the
large carton is strapped to a handcart.
“Hold on—let me lock this door and run up and let
you in.”
Seventeen-year-old Ben Cooper huffs the handcart
up the steps, trying to make it appear easy and effort-
less. Usually he doesn’t care what it looks like when
he makes his dad’s deliveries, but usually he is trailing
a very pregnant woman, perhaps he himself is trailed by
a toddler or two. But that is the extent of who observes
his after-school job. Not once has anyone close to his
age factored into his rounds. For the first time he finds
himself wishing he hadn’t worn the jumpsuit.
As Max waits for him to bump the box up the stairs,
she should be wishing she hadn’t grabbed her mother’s
old robe, but instead is so distracted by the texts com-
ing in from Zach as he scrubs Bridget’s laptop, that she is
unaware of the boy-ness of this boy. Right now he is just
representing yet another odd and uncomfortable thing
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