Moffy flips open a page and mutters to Jane, words that are clearly not English. Uh-oh. Lily coughs on her chip. “Did he…” I pat her back, unsure of how she’ll take this news. “I think he might have spoken French,” I say. “Or maybe it was Spanish.” When we babysit, Ryke will read books to Moffy in Spanish. Lo and Lily don’t know, but we thought they wouldn’t mind.
