“I, of course, had already done the math. It was not until the next interview when Denise brought her little Jaymee with her that the implications of her situation really began to sink in for me, however. The child was—as my grandparents used to say—cute as a button.
She was also a child, not a toddler or an infant as most teenagers’ little mistakes tended to be. Jaymee had been born not too long after my Jackie, and could easily have been mistaken for a fraternal twin.”