munching cereal. No school
this week, they’re all mine.
I put in a call to Trey. No
answer. No surprise. I’m
getting ready to leave a
voice mail when the door
bell rings. He’s here!
LaTreya beats me to the door
and flings it open. Mommy!
she screams, throwing her arms
around the slender redhead.
Angela steps through the door,
levels me with a shot of green
eyes. Who the hell are you?
Standing There
Wearing zip but a long T-shirt
and underwear, I
introduce myself,
“I’m Kristina, the girls’ nanny.”
Angela is unimpressed. [Angela
is totally irritated.]
Well, I happen to
be the girls’ mother. Where’s Brad?
She’s pissing me off. “I figured
that’s who you
were when LaTreya
called you ‘Mommy.’ Brad’s at work.”
Another evil blink of snake green eyes.
I thought I’d take
the kids shopping.