When Scott called the next day from work to let me know Ms. Wallace had granted him an emergency family leave of six days, relief washed through me. And I heard it in his voice as well.
Lacy, who was with me, dragged out a calendar and helped me figure out a schedule that’d take us into the new year when she’d return to school and the twins could start day care.
Between the three of us, we had every day covered.
I eyed Lacy as she put the calendar back on the fridge. “I’m not sure we’re paying you enough.” I knew Scott would pay a fair wage, but I felt I should be contributing.
“Probably not.” She glanced at the twins in their high chairs. “But you’re going to write me a stellar letter of recommendation when I’m applying to the university.”
“Whatever you want—you need only ask.”
She
