“AND so these are you children?” One of the men asked, glancing at the four of them.
“Yes,” Stacy said, grinning widely. “These are the twins—Jace and Jayden—my youngest son, Jamie—he’s a bit shy—and my niece, Avery.”
“Ah, she’s the one who…” a woman along the table let her words die off tactfully. Somewhat pointedly.
Stacy’s colleagues seemed to be, on a whole, only a bit less awful than her.
“Stacy, you must be an angel. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to take in another child, especially with three of my own.”
Stacy shrugged. “How could I not?” She said magnanimously. “My own sister’s child—even though, of course, my sister ran away so long ago.”
For someone who claimed to be so embarrassed by her sister running away with a middle-class man, Stacy brought it up awfully frequen
