Pick-up a novel

Chapter 1 | Drop-Off 1 | Drop-Off SASHA On my walk to school, there's a mother with red hair. I see her every morning. We exchange looks, in silent kinship, over our kids' heads. Triumphant looks. Tortured looks. Looks, though I don't know her name. She is my barometer for the day. My Weather Channel. My forecast of what's to come. Only, instead of two, she has too many kids--and a very large dog, who also has red hair. On good days, she walks him with swagger. On bad days, he walks her. Excerpted from Pick-Up by Nora Dahlia All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.