"Has English suddenly become your second language?" Mr Jeffery asked in a very stern voice, staring right at me who still had that dumbfounded look on my face. I was still spaced out, trying to figure out how Damien had gotten here so fast, or better still, I was trying to make sense out of them walking into the room together. I had sped here, with two toddlers, simply because I wanted to be the one to tell them about the divorce, and possibly have them on my side in the battle for custody.
The battle of custody was just what I was after and I knew it would be hard trying to convince them that their son was incapable of raising two children, but still I thought I could have the advantage of being the first to tell them about things.
