The call comes during a fitting.
I have a pin between my teeth and a bolt of charmeuse over my arm and I’m trying to remember if Mia wants mustard on her sandwich or not. She’s been on a turkey-and-swiss kick all week and the nanny keeps putting mustard on it and Mia keeps peeling the bread apart at the dinner table with this offended little face. It’s a Tuesday. I’m thinking about mustard.
“Ms. Hale, this is Principal Warren."
"Hello Principal. let me guess, Mia wants mustard and you want to give her? I knew I should've added some."
"No Ms. Hale, that is not why I am calling."
A pit settled in my stomach, and I paused my hands. "Is something wrong, Principal?"
"I am afraid there is. We can’t find Mia.”
The charmeuse slides off my arm.
“What do you mean you can’t find her?”
“She
