Fenwick,” she said as she grabbed the phone receiver from the cradle.

“Hi Becky, it’s Miss Lauren from Abby’s ballet school.”

“Hi Miss Lauren,” Becky said, flopping down into the wingback chair she had just moved into place in Abby’s playroom.

“I just wanted to let you know about a special event that’s happening at the school next week. Because yesterday was Abby’s first day, I didn’t know if you knew about what we had coming up.”

“No, I didn’t know about anything special coming up—did you want me to keep Abby home?”

“Oh, no, no,” Miss Lauren said with a chuckle, “I wanted to make sure she could be...