“My house, my rules,” my daughter-in-law said as she took back the spare key, expecting me to stay with the children while she and my son went away for the weekend.

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to their accounts of soccer and classroom projects. Claire seemed relieved each time she got home and thanked me for taking something off her list. I believed we were all working toward the same end: a new child-care plan.

One Thursday she arrived after nine. Daniel was at a client dinner, the children were asleep, and I

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