Prologue

"Jerry, what is that?" asked Bridget Quimby to her husband. She noticed he had a spare ring on his finger, which was very bizarre.

Jerry's face turned red. "Oh, this?" he asked. "It's a mood ring."

"Yeah right." said Bridget. "How can you do this? What about Fletcher and Oliver?"

"Wha-what are you talking about?" asked Jerry, nervously.

"Jerald Francis Quimby, you have been absent from my life for longer than usual this week. It's more than just overtime isn't it? That ring, too."

"Bridget, I'm surprised at you!" said Jerry. "Why would I see another woman? You're the love of my life."

"I didn't specify what I was talking about, cheater. We are done!" said Bridget.

Little Ollie and Little Fletchy were looking through the stairs.

"Ollie, I'm scay-ud…" said Fletchy, in his lispy voice.

"It's gonna be 'k, Fletchy." said Ollie. They watched in shock as Bridget tossed all of Jerry's stuff outside. "Ollie, why are Mama and Papa…" asked Fletchy.

"I think it's called wevusing." said Ollie.

"What does it mean?" asked Fletchy, who indeed had great grammar for a toddler. He was a prodigy. "They'll move away fwom each otha…." Ollie began.

Bridget came up the stairs suddenly. "Fletcher, Oliver, it's not polite to eavesdrop." she said, picking them up to carry to their room.

"But what about you and Papa?" asked Fletchy.

"We're getting a divorce." said Bridget. "I'm keeping the Philly house, he's moving to San Francisco."

"A divorce?" gasped Ollie and Fletchy.

"What can I say?" asked Bridget. "He is not my soulmate. He cheated on me!"

"What do you mean?" asked Ollie, as they were put to bed.

"Nevermind, it's too grown-up for you too." said Bridget, leaving the room and shutting off the light.

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The next morning, Fletchy and Ollie crawled down the stairs like always, but noticed Bridget wasn't there making breakfast. There was only a note on the table. Fletchy, already an avid reader, transcribed it for his twin. "Dear boys," Fletchy read. "Jerry and I went out to court so our lawyers could decide who gets what. Get some cereal and juice, and the Duncans, my good friends, will take you to their house. Your loving mother, Bridget Droll."

"I didn't know her maiden name was Droll." said Ollie.

"Learn new things everyday." said Fletchy, beginning to paint a portrait of Ollie, which was his favorite hobby. The doorbell rang. The twins rushed to the door. In walked Kaleb Duncan and his wife, Kendra. They had their baby son, Kaz, with them.

"Hello, boys." said Kaleb.

"Let's get you into the car." said Kendra. The two of them strapped in Ollie and Fletchy, and were off.

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It had all been worked out, Bridget knew which twin to take, as did Jerry. It was heartbreaking to tell them. While Ollie was sleeping over with Kaz, his new best friend, Bridget, Jerry, and the lawyers drove with Fletchy to the airport. Bridget said a tearful goodbye to Fletchy. "Take care of him, Jerry." said Bridget to Jerry as he carried Fletchy into the airport. "I will." said Jerry.

"Bye, Mommy." cried Fletchy.

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After picking up Ollie, he asked, "Whay-uh's Fletchy?"

"Fletchy is gone." said Bridget, crying. "He moved to San Francisco this morning."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Ollie. They remained silent the whole drive home. Bridget put Ollie to bed. "You might see him again someday." Bridget assured Ollie.

"Someday." said Ollie. "Goodnight, Mama."

"Goodnight, Oliver." said Bridget, as she headed to her new single bedroom.