turn her children’s private lives into entertainment.
At Alex’s apartment, the four kids sat on the living-room floor watching their mother on television.
Alex was nearby struggling to assemble an elaborate plastic racetrack.
Leo looked up at the screen.
“Is Mom talking about you?”
Alex pretended to look worried.
“I hope not.”
Maya laughed.
“You’re afraid of Mom.”
“Absolutely terrified.”
Clara climbed onto Alex’s back and pointed toward the toy track.
“Daddy, the blue piece goes over there.”
Alex froze.
Clara didn’t notice.
She pointed again.
“Daddy. That side.”
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