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in the kitchen with Pete and then reading Alex’sletter had put them all behind schedule, especially for Sarahsnew morning preschool. By the time Maura had cleared their ce-real bowls from the den and hustled Ryan upstairs to brush histeeth, school was starting.Both boys had attended the same church-run toddler program intown three mornings a week, and Maura hadn’t hesitated to registerher daughter last spring when life had looked completely different.Back then she had been excited at the prospect of unencumberedtime, but when it was Sarah’s turn this fall, Maura had hesitated.Her first instinct had been to keep her baby home. “Sarah needsthe socialization just as much as the boys did,” her mother had as-sured her when she waffled about her decision. “It’s only a three-hour stretch, and you can take some time for yourself.” But Maurasuspected that some of her mother’s firm stance on preschool washer concern about Sarah kicking around in a house with a grieving mother. She had to agree that a few playful hours outside the home with children her own age would be the best thing for Sarah.The crossing guard was long gone by the time they zoomed up tothe front entrance of the elementary school. Even though it wasonly six blocks away, Maura had begun the school year driving. It was easier all around. Inside the protection of her van, she wouldn’t
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