Lucy watched Anayeli’s pups playing with building blocks on the rug of their playroom. She would help them anchor the base or find the piece they were looking for, but mostly she watched in awe of their critical thinking skills developing as they talked excitedly to one another.
“What shape could you top the towers with?” Lucy asked them. They frowned at her, needing more of a hint. She nudged the red wooden cones toward the boys. “Think about the tops of the packhouse.”
“Cones!” They shouted in unison.
The twins were absolutely adorable. Anayeli had given birth to identical twin boys about three years ago. Each had their mother’s dark, browned complexion, their father’s sense of humor, and a huge appetite that no amount of snacks, or ‘knacks’ as they called them, could ever sate. Of
