@dottiescout // Dot was busy. Her Dottie was busy. And Marissa knew that. She knew that very well. That Dot was balancing some school clubs, and that she was a top student, and was an intern with Fall, and that she was balancing everything as best she could. And that was why she was so focused at the kitchen table now with a book and a tablet and Marissa, who had called out for the day since both meetings she was supposed to be there for were called off, sat with a cup of coffee not getting much input or output from her daughter. She finished her cup and set it down on the table. “Dot,” she says, trying to get her daughter’s attention. “Dot,” she tries again, “you’ve got the day off of school. What would you say to a day out with your mother? Like when you were younger? And we shopped around town or went and got lunch?”
