Chapter 18 His Mother

(Lydia)

“Hello!” I chirped into the phone as soon as I saw the caller ID.

“Good morning, Miss Lombardi,” a female voice replied, “This is Gemma from the administration desk at Warren Parker Preschool—“

“Ah, yes,” I smiled, “I was wondering when you’d phone to call in the twins for an interview.”

Warren Parker was one of the most prestigious preparatory preschools in Greater Colorado. I had been glad I had moved to Denver when I had learned about their teaching methods and the way they gave each child such individual attention to bring out the best in them. I had submitted the twins’ application forms last week.

There was an awkward pause on the other end of the line.

“Hello?” I said.

“Miss Lombardi, we’re afraid we can’t accept your children’s applications.”

My heart began to thump wildly and my eyes darted towards the twins. Miles was putting back a train set he’d deconstructed with perfect accuracy and Mabel was creating a multicolored bridge, complete with two towers, from her Lego