“Alright! I’m late for work, I’ll see you guys later!” I picked up my bag and rushed toward the door. But before I could make out it of the laundry room I was suddenly tackled from behind by a screaming young girl. I shook her off and turned around. She was in tears, begging me to not go. “Clara, that’s crazy. I can’t NOT go. I’m already late. I don’t know why this is a surprise to anyone, but I actually have a job and I have to go there in the mornings. I can’t just hang out with you guys all day.” “I know…” She struggled to regain her composure. “I just, I have something I was making, and I’m almost… just… Okay,…