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Authors: Jennifer L. Hart
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your contact person is?” Mrs. O’Toole grumped.
“I’ve got the Prescott’s number memorized.” And on speed dial number four in case, like this morning, I didn’t have my coffee yet.
“Talk to you at eight.” Mrs. O’Toole hung up.
I called the Prescott residence, relayed the message and shuffled down to the boys’ room to turn off their alarm clocks.
Kenny, a very light sleeper, blinked up at me as I clicked his radio off. “Wha…?”
“Go back to sleep, pal.” I murmured and backed out of the room.
I yawned and headed toward the coffee maker, stopping short to see my husband already filling the pot.
“What are you doing up?” Since it was Wednesday, Neil didn’t need to be in until two for his four hour shift.
“Thought I’d head to work early, see if I could catch a little more overtime this week.”
“Oh,” I said. While his explanation made sense, I hated any extra time Neil spent at work. We’d missed out on a great deal of together time while he was career navy and though his current job was less demanding, I still felt cheated when he wasn’t around.
“What’s on your agenda for the day?” He asked while scooping grounds into the coffee filter.
Not wanting to mention the make-up Dr. Bob visit, I struggled for something else to tell him. “I have a cleaning job at noon. New client over on Rosewood lane.” I hastened to add at his scowl.
His expression cleared a bit. “Do me a favor and beg off any more jobs at the Valentino’s for a bit, okay? That bird was a warning and for them and the whole situation gives me a chill.”
“Me too,” I agreed, hoping he wouldn’t notice that I hadn’t promised anything. While I never lied to Neil, I did sometimes leave out information, for his own peace of mind, of course. I wasn’t due back at the Valentino’s ‘til Friday afternoon anyhow.
“Are you still looking for a new cleaning partner?” Neil queried as he retrieved the Frosted Flakes from the pantry. I swear the man eats like an eight year old.
“I’m not sure,” I answered as I watched him dump four tablespoons of sugar on his ½ cup of cereal. And the crazy part was he’d never had a cavity in his life. “I’m only working about twenty hours a week at this point and the schedule is erratic. It’s hard to find an employee who’ll put up with that.”
“Why don’t you ask Penny? She might help you out.” Neil dumped milk over his tooth-decay-in-a-bowl.
Was he serious? “If you’ll recall, I’ve tried the pregnant cleaning partner route before and it didn’t turn out very well.” I poured my coffee and took the first bracing sip.
Neil shrugged and ate his cereal. “It was only a suggestion. She seems nice, kind of reminds me of you.”
Coffee went down my windpipe and I choked, tears welling in my eyes. “What do you mean?” I wheezed.
Neil shook his head and rinsed his empty bowl. “Nothing, I guess it’s the accent.”
Grrrr.
“I’m going to take a shower. Wanna conserve water and share?” The heat in his green eyes was unmistakable. Chances were good that until Marty and Penny moved on, the only private time we could claim would be in the shower.
I opened my mouth to reply, but Penny glided into the room. No waddling for this pregnant Southern Belle. “Morning ya’ll. That sure is one comfy bed, much better than the fold out in the camper.”
“I’m happy you slept well.” I stretched to alleviate the stiffness in my back. Neil gave Penny a wink and headed off to the bathroom. Alone, I sighed and poured more coffee.
“So, Penny, have you thought of any baby names yet?” It struck me as I observed her silhouette that I was going to be an auntie. I loved babies and babies that I could cuddle and spoil on a regular basis were the best.
“Not really,” Penny said mildly as she poured a glass of milk. “I guess we’ll just see what she looks like.”
“So it’s a girl?”
“I don’t know.” I waited for her to continue,
“I’ve got the Prescott’s number memorized.” And on speed dial number four in case, like this morning, I didn’t have my coffee yet.
“Talk to you at eight.” Mrs. O’Toole hung up.
I called the Prescott residence, relayed the message and shuffled down to the boys’ room to turn off their alarm clocks.
Kenny, a very light sleeper, blinked up at me as I clicked his radio off. “Wha…?”
“Go back to sleep, pal.” I murmured and backed out of the room.
I yawned and headed toward the coffee maker, stopping short to see my husband already filling the pot.
“What are you doing up?” Since it was Wednesday, Neil didn’t need to be in until two for his four hour shift.
“Thought I’d head to work early, see if I could catch a little more overtime this week.”
“Oh,” I said. While his explanation made sense, I hated any extra time Neil spent at work. We’d missed out on a great deal of together time while he was career navy and though his current job was less demanding, I still felt cheated when he wasn’t around.
“What’s on your agenda for the day?” He asked while scooping grounds into the coffee filter.
Not wanting to mention the make-up Dr. Bob visit, I struggled for something else to tell him. “I have a cleaning job at noon. New client over on Rosewood lane.” I hastened to add at his scowl.
His expression cleared a bit. “Do me a favor and beg off any more jobs at the Valentino’s for a bit, okay? That bird was a warning and for them and the whole situation gives me a chill.”
“Me too,” I agreed, hoping he wouldn’t notice that I hadn’t promised anything. While I never lied to Neil, I did sometimes leave out information, for his own peace of mind, of course. I wasn’t due back at the Valentino’s ‘til Friday afternoon anyhow.
“Are you still looking for a new cleaning partner?” Neil queried as he retrieved the Frosted Flakes from the pantry. I swear the man eats like an eight year old.
“I’m not sure,” I answered as I watched him dump four tablespoons of sugar on his ½ cup of cereal. And the crazy part was he’d never had a cavity in his life. “I’m only working about twenty hours a week at this point and the schedule is erratic. It’s hard to find an employee who’ll put up with that.”
“Why don’t you ask Penny? She might help you out.” Neil dumped milk over his tooth-decay-in-a-bowl.
Was he serious? “If you’ll recall, I’ve tried the pregnant cleaning partner route before and it didn’t turn out very well.” I poured my coffee and took the first bracing sip.
Neil shrugged and ate his cereal. “It was only a suggestion. She seems nice, kind of reminds me of you.”
Coffee went down my windpipe and I choked, tears welling in my eyes. “What do you mean?” I wheezed.
Neil shook his head and rinsed his empty bowl. “Nothing, I guess it’s the accent.”
Grrrr.
“I’m going to take a shower. Wanna conserve water and share?” The heat in his green eyes was unmistakable. Chances were good that until Marty and Penny moved on, the only private time we could claim would be in the shower.
I opened my mouth to reply, but Penny glided into the room. No waddling for this pregnant Southern Belle. “Morning ya’ll. That sure is one comfy bed, much better than the fold out in the camper.”
“I’m happy you slept well.” I stretched to alleviate the stiffness in my back. Neil gave Penny a wink and headed off to the bathroom. Alone, I sighed and poured more coffee.
“So, Penny, have you thought of any baby names yet?” It struck me as I observed her silhouette that I was going to be an auntie. I loved babies and babies that I could cuddle and spoil on a regular basis were the best.
“Not really,” Penny said mildly as she poured a glass of milk. “I guess we’ll just see what she looks like.”
“So it’s a girl?”
“I don’t know.” I waited for her to continue,
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