#Chapter 43: Shared Spaces

Grace In the midst of the bustling household and the preparations for the upcoming festival, the one thing I hated more than anything had piled up: laundry. Richard was out of onesies, separates, hats, and everything else that an infant could need. I didn’t even know if there were any bibs and burping blankets left in his drawers. To be honest, I didn’t want to find out either. I was pretty sure that Cecil was down to two pairs of pants and no shirts, and I only had a bunch of old things from the back of my closet to wear. There was no more avoiding it: I had to do laundry. With a heavy sigh, I grabbed my basket from my bathroom and headed down the hall t to Cecil’s room for hers, but it was empty. I frowned and shrugged. Maybe she was finally using the chute in her room. It had taken her a while to stop thinking that there were monsters down there that ate dirty laundry. I chuckled, remembering how she made me promise not to let them eat her favorite tutu skirt. I went to the