“You forgot again,” Eamon greeted me with a sullen expression as he came down the stairs this morning.
Oh. Darn. It.
“It wasn’t me,” I protested. “It was that ditzy tooth fairy!”
But he wasn’t buying it. When he disappeared into the bathroom, I raced upstairs with a wad of cash and stuffed it under his pillow.
“You better double-check,” I told him when I returned. “She might have come
