We finally made it to the apartment, and as she walked into the living room Maggie put Layla in her baby chair at the dining table and said, “What are we going to do, Jim?”
I said, “We’re going to have to do what Mama said. Layla is going to have to be surrounded by people who will protect her. That’s you and me and Mama’s family. We’re not raising a normal child. We are never going to lead a normal life again. We are going to have to figure out a way for us to keep working in our jobs, but when we are away Layla will always need to be with Mama. I don’t see Layla ever being in day care or public or private school or anything like that. She’s going to have to be homeschooled by Mama or us or all of us.”
“That’s pretty obvious,” Maggie said.
“We have a lot of resources to draw from in Mama’s family. There are several schoolteachers that Mama has referred to as her nieces and at least one doctor we know of, not to mention everyone else she has brought over here to watch Layla while we work. So now that we know what Mama knows we’re just going to have to trust her, and frankly, after the hornet attack and that dream, I’m all in.”