The door to the house opened and twin 13-year-old girls raced out, laughing as they headed to their mother’s white sedan. By the time their mother left the single-story house, her daughters were already in the car, and the doors were closing.
Connie Douglas got in the driver’s seat and smiled as she looked in the mirror at her daughters, who were in an abnormally good mood for so early in the day.
Backing out of the driveway, she headed towards the junior high school, as she did each morning.
Once at the school, the car had barely stopped when the back doors burst open, and the girls hopped out, shouting a quick, “Bye, mom,” as the doors shut again.
The girls had both been unusually cooperative this morning. Because of this, Connie was running a little ahead of schedule and decided to
