The headmistress puts on a pair of tiny, wire-framed glasses and pulls out a notepad.
And thus begins the interview.
"So, Dr. Delgado. You're a doctor of –"
"I'm an emergency room doctor," I say softer than I mean to.
The headmistress hums. "That must be difficult."
I shrug. "I'm used to it."
"Don't be so modest, Isabella," Rex says, taking my left hand in his right, stroking his thumb across the rings.
Okay, now he's laying it on a little thick.
"And what about you, Mr. Redford?"
I smile at Rex thinking, See? She isn't a fan.
"Um, well, I'm a musician actually."
"A musician! What kind? Classical."
Rex half-laughs, glances my way for some help.
Nope. All you, buddy.
"Rock music, actually."
Headmistress Rockwell's head bounces backward, her lips pursed like she's just taken a
