5 Lies Colleges Tell Your Kids and How to Debunk Them by Ben Shapiro

It is a bit strange, especially as you’re twins.” Jane was sure she could feel his breath on her hand and that her hand was starting to shake.

Your birth was registered a week later.” “What does that mean?” He leant forward to take a closer look. Michael’s birth was registered the day after he was born. “The dates of registration are different. “Oh, there’s one discrepancy, here,” she said, pointing to Michael’s birth certificate and then Robert’s. “Born the other side of midnight?” “Yes, unless someone lied to the Registrar.” She lowered her eyes again and frowned. “But Michael is definitely my twin?” he asked, drawing her attention back to him and her heart did a back flip when she met his eyes.

“Usually twins have their time of birth on the certificate, too,” she mused. Michael David Armstrong was born on the 24 th of March 1979 at St Catherine’s Hospital, London, the son of Grace – neé Butler – and David Armstrong. The second birth certificate was almost identical except for the first name and the date of birth. Robert David Armstrong, born on the 23 rd of March 1979 at St Catherine’s Hospital, London, the son of Grace – neé Butler – and David Armstrong. “Help yourself.” She opened it and took out two birth certificates. “I brought my research.” He nodded to a plastic zip-up folder on the table. He returned with the pineapple juice and a mineral water for himself and sat down opposite her. To her surprise, no-one gave him a second glance. “I’m driving.” She watched him go to the bar to order and pay for the drinks, wondering if anyone would recognise him. What can I get you to drink? A glass of wine?” “No, a pineapple juice, please.” Jane hung her handbag over the back of a chair and sat down at the table. “Sorry, I was looking for Mitch.” He smiled and they shook hands. Instead, the tall, dark and effortlessly handsome man she was used to seeing on magazine covers was getting to his feet. The badly-dyed blond hair was gone, as were the unhealthy complexion and the bloodshot eyes. “Jane?” She heard Robert’s voice and turned. The Crown was crowded when she went in and she found herself scanning the people around her looking for a blond man. The decision had taken hours and she gave herself a final appraisal in the wardrobe mirror, hoping it wasn’t too much for a simple meeting, before leaving for the pub. She sat on her bed, telling herself not to get any funny ideas about dazzling him with style then lifted out a pair of black trousers, a white blouse and her short black leather blazer. Even so, she still went through her entire wardrobe the next day.

She was just meeting a student to discuss a mystery in his family tree. Read An Excerpt From Chapter Three… It wasn’t a date, she kept reminding herself.

5 Lies Colleges Tell Your Kids and How to Debunk Them by Ben Shapiro