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you.
     
    “ Did I offend them in any way?”
     
    They’re going to have big time oil business owners at their gathering. They don’t want you there to gossip about everything. You’re messy. That’s why they didn’t invite you. “No I don’t think so. I didn’t know they were having something going on Sunday.”
     
    “ You’re her best friend and you don’t know?”
     
    Her cellphone rings. Saved by the bell. She waves as she returns to her car. Back to enjoying peace and quiet. Just as I’m pulling my phone out of my purse to start reading on my Nook, the principle speaks on the intercom and students stampede to their parents’ cars. It’s nice to be able to spend time with my babies right after they get out of school and on the weekends.
     
    Jocelyn hops in the car, “Hi mommy.”
     
    “ Hi baby. How was school?”
     
    “ Same thing, just another day.” She amazes me on how she talks. Sometimes I think she thinks she’s thirty or something.
     
    I giggle, “How did you do with your math test?”
     
    “ I passed.” She gives me the duh look. “Mom you should have already known that.”
     
    “ Yes I should have huh?” I narrow my eyes in the rearview mirror, “Let me guess, you made a hundred on your spelling test too?”
     
    “ Yes mom. Duh.”
     
    We arrive at Jordan’s school, and he’s nowhere to be found. I park the car searching for him. He finally enters in the car.
     
    “ Where were you baby?”
     
    “ I forgot my backpack in gym, so I had to go back inside and get it.”
     
    “ Oh ok. How was school?”
     
    “ It was ok.”
     
    “ Ok? Is everything alright?”
     
    “ Yes.”
     
    “ Are you sure?”
     
    “ Yes mom.” He snaps. “Everything is ok.”
     
    Since I’ve been in Houston all day, I need to go home and feed our animals. I think I’ll just order pizza while we tend to our pets. When we get home, we all change into our “home” clothes, I hide my business phone under my sock drawer, I order pizza, and Mufasa and Mulan stay outside with us while we interact with our animals.
     
    The pizza man arrives with our pizzas while we’re outside. We eat outside on the patio watching the fireflies circle the light fixtures. We rock on the rocking chair while my kids talked up a storm. They’re all of a sudden talkative. Once we were done eating, I tell my kids I’ll order a movie if they go take their showers.
     
    While I was discarding the pizza boxes in the trashcan outside, I hear my kids giggling. They were racing up the stairs, “Quit running before one y’all fall.”
     
    I’m so tired. I hang onto the rails as I force myself to climb the stairs. I need a good shower. After we bathe, we grab pillows and blankets from our rustic wooden trunk, plop on the sectional, and get relaxed so can watch Life of Pi . On occasions I found myself daydreaming about Jeremiah. He’s so gorgeous with an awesome, sexy smile. And the way he licks his lips. What’s wrong with me? He’s a trick? But who am I to judge him.
     
    When the movie was done, my kids were asleep under my arms again. There is no way I can help them upstairs especially how I’m feeling right now. I gently pull them on opposite sides of the sectional and lie between after I cover them up. I download the second series to The Hunger Games on my Nook, read for a little while until I doze off.
     
    Jordan had another one of his nightmares. I must have been really tired because I didn’t hear him having his bad dreams that he falls onto the wooden floor. The thud wakes me. He lays there on the floor panting and sweating. Slowly scooping him up, I stay up rocking him back and forth comforting his horror.
     
    Saturday morning, my alarm chimes and I do my mummy walk back upstairs to my room to turn it off. When I walk back to the living room, my kids are already dressed for the day. I must have slept hard because when I got up to turn the alarm off, I did not notice they were already sitting on