why I’m here, and I’m pretty
sure they’d rather not have
me here, but such is life,
little girls. Still, I do my
best to be nice. Very nice.
That isn’t always easy,
especially when the monster
insists their whining could
be dealt with by giving them
a good shake, or locking
them up in a closet. Okay,
not really viable options,
but kind of fun to think
about, when they go on and on
about cartoons and snacks and
When is Mommy coming back?
That one really gets to me.
December Twenty-First
Last day of Trey’s finals.
He says he’ll be here tomorrow,
but the weather service is calling
for a major blizzard, so things might
not work out exactly as planned.
As my shift winds down, Kevin
comes in with the payroll.
He gestures for me to follow
him into the storeroom. I oblige
with a little smile, because I’ve got
a plan of action. Kevin looms in the
doorway, makes sure our bodies