I couldn’t wait to see Franky, it’s my main reason for taking time off work, and helping Lara out of course. I show up on their doorstep with a suitcase in hand at 8:00 A.M. sharp. It’s rather early, but my hours are on coaching mode and I figure they aren’t too different than baby mode. Tempted to come dressed as a nanny, but fortunately: unfortunately my wardrobe doesn’t support the temporary image change. Jeans and a sweater will have to do. Jeremy answers the door in cotton pyjama bottoms hanging off his waist and shirtless, “Nanny Isa at your service,” I chirp.

He greets me while adjusting himself, “Mother...