“Okay,” Aria announced, “grand-père, you invite maman to see the Picasso so she and papa can meet each other.”
“What about us?” Caden asked.
“We’re not going,” Aria said. “This is for grown-ups.”
“I mean what is maman going to do with us?” Caden clarified. “She won’t go if we don’t have a babysitter.”
“Oh, right.” Aria’s face fell. Their mother trusted very few people with their care. She certainly wouldn’t trust that woman again after they disappeared from under her nose.
“That’s not a problem,” Augustus assured him. “Your aunt and uncle can watch you.”
“You mean Tante Rose and Oncle March?”
“That’s right. I know they want to spend more time with you and your mother definitely trusts them.”
“Okay. Phase Three is a go!” Aria exclaimed, raising a fist. Once they achieved
