We left the twins with the sitter (boy and girl, seven, finally asleep after three stories and two glasses of water). The masks were already on when we came downstairs, black lace for me, obsidian for Lucas. The sitter barely glanced up from her phone, just waved with a sleepy “Have fun, text if you need me.” We slipped out before she could notice the lace or the void. The Uber smelled of pine air freshener and someone el...