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the weekend after promising to pay her for looking after her siblings. Though she often babysat, three days in a row was definitely more than her usual work, and Lena and Robert had promised to visit to keep her from losing her marbles.
"Have you heard from your parents?" Lena asked as she set the fuzzball dog down on the tile, where he wandered off to scoot underneath the sofa, no doubt in search of dust bunnies.
"Yeah, they called a few minutes ago." Megan replied, filling a large pot with water and setting it on the heated stove to boil. "They went skiing all day. Seem to be having fun."
Lena thought back to her own parents, her father going to weekly doctor appointments, the date to his surgery ticking closer and closer. Her mother, she barely ever saw, certainly not often enough to talk. She could not imagine either of them skiing.
"Good for them!" she replied, watching Robert gently place Sarah on the sofa before doing the same with Georgia. They laughed, tackling to him, and he fell to the floor with a grunt. "Argh! You got me!" he groaned, before "dying", rolling his eyes back and letting his tongue loll out of his mouth, his arms flung dramatically to the floor. Their laughter was loud and unending.
Sarah shook his arm. "Come on, Robert!" she insisted sternly. "You can't be dead yet! We're going to watch a movie!"
Robert miraculously came back to life. "Oh, alright then. I'm not dead yet." He winked at Megan, who rolled her eyes and began searching through the pantry, where she pulled out a box of macaroni; several packages of cake mix and taco seasoning also tumbled out of the cabinet's overcrowded contents onto the floor, so Lena helped Megan put them back in their spots.
"Get me some butter and milk, will you?" Megan asked Lena, pointing to the refrigerator. Lena did so and measured the correct amount out, mixing it into a measuring cup with the cheese flavor packet; Megan dumped the dry noodles into the roiling water.
Without being asked, Lena went to the refrigerator again, emerging with her arms full of a bag of lettuce, a very squishy tomato, a bowl half-full of baby carrots, and a yellow bell pepper. Without saying a word, Megan handed Lena a cutting board and the girl set out to assemble a salad, mindful of the Whitgrass family rule of including one healthy item with every meal.
"Robert!" Megan called to the boy, who was playing Dinosaur with the girls (a game which involved crawling around on the rug, yelling "ROAR!" and the occasional "CAW!"). As far as Lena could tell, that was more or less the entire game.) "Make yourself useful and help the girls set the table, would you?"
"Awh!" they all complained, Robert even nosier than the twins. Lena hid a smile; he acted like such a little kid sometimes. She watched as he helped the girls to their feet, padding over to the cabinets to collect plates and silverware, cups and napkins.
Slicing the bell pepper into strips, Lena felt content. It was so nice here, so different from her cold and empty house. It was chaotic, yes, a mess in every direction you looked. And there was never-ending noise; screams and squeals, shouts and laughs. But it somehow felt safer here; she was with the two people she trusted most. The quiet of her empty home was more maddening than the four hyperactive children.
And speaking of four…
"Oh, crap ," Megan sighed, pouring the macaroni from the pot into a colander which rested in the sink. "Jared's awake."
"Hmm?" now that she listened, she could hear the child's snuffles and coos coming from the bedroom he shared with Peter.
"Go and get him, will you, Robert?" she called. "I'm busy!" he replied, setting the forks out.
"I'll do it," Lena assuaged before the two could argue. Setting down her knife, she made her way to the crib of the one-year-old. He was standing, clutching the bars of his crib, and his face crinkled into a frown when he saw Lena. You're not my family, he was clearly thinking. He opened his mouth to howl, so
"Have you heard from your parents?" Lena asked as she set the fuzzball dog down on the tile, where he wandered off to scoot underneath the sofa, no doubt in search of dust bunnies.
"Yeah, they called a few minutes ago." Megan replied, filling a large pot with water and setting it on the heated stove to boil. "They went skiing all day. Seem to be having fun."
Lena thought back to her own parents, her father going to weekly doctor appointments, the date to his surgery ticking closer and closer. Her mother, she barely ever saw, certainly not often enough to talk. She could not imagine either of them skiing.
"Good for them!" she replied, watching Robert gently place Sarah on the sofa before doing the same with Georgia. They laughed, tackling to him, and he fell to the floor with a grunt. "Argh! You got me!" he groaned, before "dying", rolling his eyes back and letting his tongue loll out of his mouth, his arms flung dramatically to the floor. Their laughter was loud and unending.
Sarah shook his arm. "Come on, Robert!" she insisted sternly. "You can't be dead yet! We're going to watch a movie!"
Robert miraculously came back to life. "Oh, alright then. I'm not dead yet." He winked at Megan, who rolled her eyes and began searching through the pantry, where she pulled out a box of macaroni; several packages of cake mix and taco seasoning also tumbled out of the cabinet's overcrowded contents onto the floor, so Lena helped Megan put them back in their spots.
"Get me some butter and milk, will you?" Megan asked Lena, pointing to the refrigerator. Lena did so and measured the correct amount out, mixing it into a measuring cup with the cheese flavor packet; Megan dumped the dry noodles into the roiling water.
Without being asked, Lena went to the refrigerator again, emerging with her arms full of a bag of lettuce, a very squishy tomato, a bowl half-full of baby carrots, and a yellow bell pepper. Without saying a word, Megan handed Lena a cutting board and the girl set out to assemble a salad, mindful of the Whitgrass family rule of including one healthy item with every meal.
"Robert!" Megan called to the boy, who was playing Dinosaur with the girls (a game which involved crawling around on the rug, yelling "ROAR!" and the occasional "CAW!"). As far as Lena could tell, that was more or less the entire game.) "Make yourself useful and help the girls set the table, would you?"
"Awh!" they all complained, Robert even nosier than the twins. Lena hid a smile; he acted like such a little kid sometimes. She watched as he helped the girls to their feet, padding over to the cabinets to collect plates and silverware, cups and napkins.
Slicing the bell pepper into strips, Lena felt content. It was so nice here, so different from her cold and empty house. It was chaotic, yes, a mess in every direction you looked. And there was never-ending noise; screams and squeals, shouts and laughs. But it somehow felt safer here; she was with the two people she trusted most. The quiet of her empty home was more maddening than the four hyperactive children.
And speaking of four…
"Oh, crap ," Megan sighed, pouring the macaroni from the pot into a colander which rested in the sink. "Jared's awake."
"Hmm?" now that she listened, she could hear the child's snuffles and coos coming from the bedroom he shared with Peter.
"Go and get him, will you, Robert?" she called. "I'm busy!" he replied, setting the forks out.
"I'll do it," Lena assuaged before the two could argue. Setting down her knife, she made her way to the crib of the one-year-old. He was standing, clutching the bars of his crib, and his face crinkled into a frown when he saw Lena. You're not my family, he was clearly thinking. He opened his mouth to howl, so
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