JESS BEE: Her “Work”

The floor glistened with its fresh coat of lemon-scented mop water. He entered by the kitchen, stumbling through the sliding glass door. Covered in mud and with grubby hands wrapped tightly around three grass stalks, he beamed. And then her heart melted when he said, “Mommy, I picked you flowers!” Jess works in fiscal, studies…

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