As Mikey reached the top of the stairs, he saw Miss Warren enter the master bedroom. He panicked, tripping over the top step in his hurry to get to the door and see what was happening, so by the time he did manage to limp his stubbed-toe self over to his parents' room, Lydia Warren was sitting on the side of the bed, already slipping on Robert Gibson's black business loafers that shrank to fit her feet. When she got up, she was already Lydia Gibson.
What Mikey saw was his teacher, standing in a suit that looked sort of like it belonged to his father. But it fit the woman's smaller frame. Even more than that, it looked like it was cut for a woman's frame as well. What could this mean?
"Miss Warren?" Mikey said with very little confidence in his voice.
Lydia looked at Mikey strangely for a second, but then collected herself. "Mr. Warren is at school, honey, which is where you're going to be once you've gotten ready. So go on downstairs and finish your breakfast."
At that, Mikey was shooed out of the room, door closed behind him.
