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any Babette from the Pacific Bank teller pool down the street cozy in his bed in one night's work?
True, but shallow. Maybe he was tired of shallow. Something about this woman just stuck with him. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Damn it.
5
Out of the Frying Pan into the Fire
{"vnV"} "Give me that dog biscuit, Andy, I
^>J\*S mean it."
"You're mean. Where's Mrs. Stivers?"
"She's on a vacation. I'm her sister, I told you that already. We're twins, remember?" Jillian slowly crept up on Andy, but he bolted.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa you can't catch me!" he yowled as he ran in circles around the living room, even across the ugly brown leather sofa.
Jillian watched in horror as the other three kids joined him. What did Mom used to do with the two of them? What the hell did her sister do with four?
Jillian backed up against a safe corner of the wall and watched, frozen in terror. At that moment, the front door opened and she saw Carly walk in.
Carly took a good look around, dumped her backpack on a bench, and stared directly at Jillian, who knew she'd been found out. It had only taken two days! Jana Lee had underestimated her daughter.
Carly let the screaming stream of five-year-olds pass by and went directly to a drawer in the kitchen. "Who wants Kudo bars?"
"Ya ya ya ya ya yay!" they shrieked in shattering unison.
"Line up here," Carly commanded. She pointed to a spot on the kitchen floor.
Jillian couldn't believe they actually did what she said. She watched as Carly demanded they sit around the kitchen table to eat them. "Get juice," she yelled to Jillian.
Jillian jumped to the fridge, grabbed the apple juice and flung a few cupboards open till she found glasses and started to count down four.
"Plastic," Carly called.
"Right." Jillian abandoned the glass and found pastel plastic cups on the same shelf. What was she thinking, arming these crazy kids with glass? She threw the plastic cups on the table and filled them with apple juice as their little grubby hands reached in to snatch them.
Carly ran to another drawer and brought out a plastic bin of crayons, plus a pile of blank coloring sheets. "Who wants to make monsters?" she asked.
"Yay!" They all scrabbled for paper and started
scribbling. Amazingly there was a small, minute, minuscule moment of peace as they chewed, colored, and drank juice in big gulps.
It sure felt like Miller time to Jillian.
Carly left the scene of the crime and came over to the kitchen. She smiled all know-it-ally and poured herself a big glass of apple cider. "So, Aunt Jillian, what the freak is going on? Where's Mom?" She tipped the glass to her lips and kept her eyes on Jillian.
"Urn. Thanks for the rescue. You'd think I'd know kids better working for a toy company," Jillian stalled.
"We better get food ready. After that she sends them outside. There's a jungle gym in the backyard. Their parents pick them up at five-thirty so that about covers it."
"I'm on it. I've got the stuff she put on her list right here. The macaroni sort of turned into paste, so we'll have to start over, I guess."
"She made you a list? And is my mother still at the spa, or did she run off and join the navy? Here's a clean pot. We'll boil some more macaroni quick." Carly rummaged in the drawer below the stove.
"She's being me at my office." Jillian refilled her coffee cup and sipped a good, strong sip. Bracing. She needed it. She set down her coffee, took the pot from Carly and started filling it with water. "We had a bet regarding how long it would take you to notice she wasn't me, otherwise I would
have stopped you on your morning run out of the house. It wouldn't hurt you to look up and take notice of what's around you, Carly"
"Who won the bet?" "
"I did. Less than a week."
"I'm glad you're here, Aunt Jillian. Things have been a little weird around here."
"I see that. I'm supposed to be the one getting a break, but I think it's turning out your mom needs one worse than I do."
Carly sat
True, but shallow. Maybe he was tired of shallow. Something about this woman just stuck with him. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Damn it.
5
Out of the Frying Pan into the Fire
{"vnV"} "Give me that dog biscuit, Andy, I
^>J\*S mean it."
"You're mean. Where's Mrs. Stivers?"
"She's on a vacation. I'm her sister, I told you that already. We're twins, remember?" Jillian slowly crept up on Andy, but he bolted.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa you can't catch me!" he yowled as he ran in circles around the living room, even across the ugly brown leather sofa.
Jillian watched in horror as the other three kids joined him. What did Mom used to do with the two of them? What the hell did her sister do with four?
Jillian backed up against a safe corner of the wall and watched, frozen in terror. At that moment, the front door opened and she saw Carly walk in.
Carly took a good look around, dumped her backpack on a bench, and stared directly at Jillian, who knew she'd been found out. It had only taken two days! Jana Lee had underestimated her daughter.
Carly let the screaming stream of five-year-olds pass by and went directly to a drawer in the kitchen. "Who wants Kudo bars?"
"Ya ya ya ya ya yay!" they shrieked in shattering unison.
"Line up here," Carly commanded. She pointed to a spot on the kitchen floor.
Jillian couldn't believe they actually did what she said. She watched as Carly demanded they sit around the kitchen table to eat them. "Get juice," she yelled to Jillian.
Jillian jumped to the fridge, grabbed the apple juice and flung a few cupboards open till she found glasses and started to count down four.
"Plastic," Carly called.
"Right." Jillian abandoned the glass and found pastel plastic cups on the same shelf. What was she thinking, arming these crazy kids with glass? She threw the plastic cups on the table and filled them with apple juice as their little grubby hands reached in to snatch them.
Carly ran to another drawer and brought out a plastic bin of crayons, plus a pile of blank coloring sheets. "Who wants to make monsters?" she asked.
"Yay!" They all scrabbled for paper and started
scribbling. Amazingly there was a small, minute, minuscule moment of peace as they chewed, colored, and drank juice in big gulps.
It sure felt like Miller time to Jillian.
Carly left the scene of the crime and came over to the kitchen. She smiled all know-it-ally and poured herself a big glass of apple cider. "So, Aunt Jillian, what the freak is going on? Where's Mom?" She tipped the glass to her lips and kept her eyes on Jillian.
"Urn. Thanks for the rescue. You'd think I'd know kids better working for a toy company," Jillian stalled.
"We better get food ready. After that she sends them outside. There's a jungle gym in the backyard. Their parents pick them up at five-thirty so that about covers it."
"I'm on it. I've got the stuff she put on her list right here. The macaroni sort of turned into paste, so we'll have to start over, I guess."
"She made you a list? And is my mother still at the spa, or did she run off and join the navy? Here's a clean pot. We'll boil some more macaroni quick." Carly rummaged in the drawer below the stove.
"She's being me at my office." Jillian refilled her coffee cup and sipped a good, strong sip. Bracing. She needed it. She set down her coffee, took the pot from Carly and started filling it with water. "We had a bet regarding how long it would take you to notice she wasn't me, otherwise I would
have stopped you on your morning run out of the house. It wouldn't hurt you to look up and take notice of what's around you, Carly"
"Who won the bet?" "
"I did. Less than a week."
"I'm glad you're here, Aunt Jillian. Things have been a little weird around here."
"I see that. I'm supposed to be the one getting a break, but I think it's turning out your mom needs one worse than I do."
Carly sat
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