“I already told you, kid,” Victor says to Alvin as he moves towards the couch. “The news people got bad information.”
Victor sits down as Alvin glares at him, his arms crossed against his chest. I join Victor on the couch and the boys climb up on either side of us.
“But why aren’t you engaged,” Ian says, pouting. I look at both of my boys, at the deep and real grief on their faces, and find myself not only surprised but, I admit it, a little amused.
“What is the deal here?” I ask, looking between them. “Why are you two so devastated that we’re not engaged? We weren’t engaged yesterday – today is just exactly the same!”
“Because we want you to beeee,” Alvin whines, putting his head down in my lap.
“Why?” Victor asks, equally confused, pulling Ian into his lap. “What’s the big deal?”
