It surprised her just a little bit that a man would let his daughter spend time in an apartment where lawn equipment was kept where furniture might have otherwise stood. Ginger looked around her house at the tools and parts and scraps of wood and shrugged. She offered to watch the little girl at their place, but Daniel said, "No."
"She'll have a better time looking through your stuff," he said.
The floors weren't finished, but Ginger rolled out a scrap of scratchy green indoor/outdoor carpet as a rug. She stacked a pile of poetry books next to the television, just in case the kid wanted to hear a story. Ginger could read off an absurdist sonnet or something epic, if she needed to keep it educational. That was as much as she knew to do. She told Daniel she was available to babysit, not that she was any good at it.
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