The rucksack Hugh’d delivered sat untouched—it was the elephant in the room and since Anthony ignored it, so did I. We ate the spaghetti I’d made. Well, that Lacy’d made. I’d caught Hugh telling Anthony my secret. Which shouldn’t have been a secret, but I hadn’t wanted him worrying about things.
Lacy, ditching school with Hugh’s permission, gave me a couple of hours a day as well as child-rearing tips I couldn’t get from books or blogs. This hadn’t been on the schedule. And the twins adored her, so that said something.
Even Crumpet was less grumpy when she was around—going so far as to make several appearances when she arrived. I figured his deigning to share his presence was because the holy terrors who were obsessed with him were too busy with Lacy to notice him. Overall, my guy was do
