Once Caroline disappeared out of sight, Victor sank heavily into a blue plastic chair, one of a row that stretched along the side of the hallway, attached to the floor with a chrome frame.
Twins. Lord, now what am I going to do? One thing’s for sure. Having waited so long to have children, Caroline is not going to want to put our twins in daycare all day, every day. She’ll be lucky to finish the spring semester, and after that, it will get a lot harder for her to keep up with everything. It’s soon going to be up to me to handle my share of the finances, which is fine. I want to contribute anyway.
Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed the number of the engineering firm he had interned with the last three summers.
“Thorndyke Associates,” a familiar female voice said.
“Hi, Angie, it’s Vic
