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stick out her tongue, put her fingers in her ears and act like a five year old. However, she knew she couldn't do that. It just wasn't Amelia's style.
***
Amelia decided to allow Christy to stay, if for no other reason than the fact that she knew her mother would want her to. She set her up in the spare bedroom upstairs and went back downstairs to wait for Sophia and Riley to come off the bus. Amelia explained to Christy she needed to stay upstairs as much as possible as to not interfere with the children. Christy agreed out of desperation because she had nowhere else to go.
The kids came off the bus and had their normal afternoon with Amelia. Christy came downstairs once or twice to get a drink or warm up the baby’s formula, but she was careful to go right back upstairs as instructed by Amelia.
A couple of hours later, Clay arrived to pick up the children and have a bite of dinner. Amelia had made meatloaf and mashed potatoes, and she went to the door to welcome Clay.
"Hi, Amelia. How did everything go today?" Clay asked as he came in and put his coat on the back of the sofa.
"Well…"
"Oh no. Don't tell me the kids misbehaved," Clay said looking at his children across the room.
"No, it wasn't the kids. It's just that I had a little bit of a surprise today…" Before Amelia could explain her sister was there, the baby started crying in the background. Clay furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side in confusion.
"Is that a baby I hear?" he asked.
"Actually, yes. That's what I was going to tell you. Earlier today, I opened my door thinking you might be dropping by for a visit, only to find my sister Christy standing there with her four month old baby daughter."
"The sister you told me about?"
"That very one. Apparently, Tate cheated on her too and she's filed for divorce. He left her with nothing. She says she has nowhere to go, none of her own belongings and none of the baby's belongings. I couldn’t very well tell her no, so she staying upstairs in my guest room."
"Wow. That's very nice of you to allow her to stay here."
"Trust me, it wasn't an easy decision. I really didn't want her here at all."
"I'm sure you didn't."
“I just didn't know what to do. Here she was on my doorstep holding a baby, and I couldn’t just turn her away. My mother would've killed me if she was alive," Amelia whispered.
"You did the right thing. You’d have felt horrible if you'd sent her away with her baby. You’re such a sweet and kind person, Amelia. I don’t think you could intentionally hurt anyone, and certainly not your sister. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No. I'm not sure how this is going to play out, but I'm going to let her stay here for a little while until she gets back on her feet. Come on in, let's go ahead and get set up for dinner.”
“Is your sister going to be joining us for the meal?” Clay asked.
“Probably so. Let's get started without her so we can have a little bit of peace and quiet before she comes down here running her mouth.”
“Has she been running her mouth?” Clay asked as he helped her pull the meatloaf from the oven.
“Actually no. She's been rather quiet. She looks sad, like she's lost weight. I know I need to feel sorry for her, but I just want to rip her hair out by the roots,” Amelia said with a conniving smile. “I know you're not used to hearing me talk like this, but we never had a chance to resolve what happened between us, and I feel like she's not even sorry for it.”
“That's where you're wrong,” Christy said from behind her. She hadn't seen or heard her come downstairs.
“Christy,” Amelia said under her breath.
“Hi, I'm Clay. Amelia keeps my kids for me after school each day,” Clay said as he reached out his hand and shook hers.
“Hi, Clay. I'm Christy. The sister,” she said with a hint of an evil voice.
“Um. Nice to
***
Amelia decided to allow Christy to stay, if for no other reason than the fact that she knew her mother would want her to. She set her up in the spare bedroom upstairs and went back downstairs to wait for Sophia and Riley to come off the bus. Amelia explained to Christy she needed to stay upstairs as much as possible as to not interfere with the children. Christy agreed out of desperation because she had nowhere else to go.
The kids came off the bus and had their normal afternoon with Amelia. Christy came downstairs once or twice to get a drink or warm up the baby’s formula, but she was careful to go right back upstairs as instructed by Amelia.
A couple of hours later, Clay arrived to pick up the children and have a bite of dinner. Amelia had made meatloaf and mashed potatoes, and she went to the door to welcome Clay.
"Hi, Amelia. How did everything go today?" Clay asked as he came in and put his coat on the back of the sofa.
"Well…"
"Oh no. Don't tell me the kids misbehaved," Clay said looking at his children across the room.
"No, it wasn't the kids. It's just that I had a little bit of a surprise today…" Before Amelia could explain her sister was there, the baby started crying in the background. Clay furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side in confusion.
"Is that a baby I hear?" he asked.
"Actually, yes. That's what I was going to tell you. Earlier today, I opened my door thinking you might be dropping by for a visit, only to find my sister Christy standing there with her four month old baby daughter."
"The sister you told me about?"
"That very one. Apparently, Tate cheated on her too and she's filed for divorce. He left her with nothing. She says she has nowhere to go, none of her own belongings and none of the baby's belongings. I couldn’t very well tell her no, so she staying upstairs in my guest room."
"Wow. That's very nice of you to allow her to stay here."
"Trust me, it wasn't an easy decision. I really didn't want her here at all."
"I'm sure you didn't."
“I just didn't know what to do. Here she was on my doorstep holding a baby, and I couldn’t just turn her away. My mother would've killed me if she was alive," Amelia whispered.
"You did the right thing. You’d have felt horrible if you'd sent her away with her baby. You’re such a sweet and kind person, Amelia. I don’t think you could intentionally hurt anyone, and certainly not your sister. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No. I'm not sure how this is going to play out, but I'm going to let her stay here for a little while until she gets back on her feet. Come on in, let's go ahead and get set up for dinner.”
“Is your sister going to be joining us for the meal?” Clay asked.
“Probably so. Let's get started without her so we can have a little bit of peace and quiet before she comes down here running her mouth.”
“Has she been running her mouth?” Clay asked as he helped her pull the meatloaf from the oven.
“Actually no. She's been rather quiet. She looks sad, like she's lost weight. I know I need to feel sorry for her, but I just want to rip her hair out by the roots,” Amelia said with a conniving smile. “I know you're not used to hearing me talk like this, but we never had a chance to resolve what happened between us, and I feel like she's not even sorry for it.”
“That's where you're wrong,” Christy said from behind her. She hadn't seen or heard her come downstairs.
“Christy,” Amelia said under her breath.
“Hi, I'm Clay. Amelia keeps my kids for me after school each day,” Clay said as he reached out his hand and shook hers.
“Hi, Clay. I'm Christy. The sister,” she said with a hint of an evil voice.
“Um. Nice to
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