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of
it. The little shit wasn’t there.She stumped back downstairs and searched
through all the nooks and crannies. No way would she check the barn. If William
was out there he was doing something criminal and did she really want to know?
    Crap. Better check. She
needed to get to him fast when he got home to give him the word -- if asked,
he’d had a stellar day in school.  
      Great. Her current plan involved
encouraging her brothers to lie.   That sucked. She knew she fell a little short in the moral department,
but still…way to fall even shorter...   On the other hand, she didn’t want another session of discipline with
Andrew.   A flush crept up her
cheeks and her tummy did one of those weird flip things.
    At the kitchen door
Denise paused and took another long look around as much of the property as was
visible.   Not like she’d know if
anything was out of place. She stopped paying attention years ago.  
    A huge, very sorry
looking dog brushed by her and burst into the house.   Denise sighed.   It’d be great if she had the energy to chase after it and find the damn
dog but she didn’t.   She’d get out
a hunk of steak and hopefully the smell would lure the beast back into the
kitchen.   Andrew’s expectations
about dogs in the house seemed pretty clear. .   Huge, matted and filthy was not on the acceptable list.
    She
opened the refrigerator door. Of course there was no hunk of meat in the
frig.   So that plan was shot.   Pulling out a chair, Denise sank down
and put her head on her arms.   What
a day.   What an awful day.
     
    Something
snagged in her brain and she straightened, booting up the desktop computer that
lived on the kitchen table along with tons of other crap.   Who needed a clear table when the
family never ate together?   She
typed Domestic Discipline into the
Google bar and hit enter.
     
    ***
      “Yo, Denise!”   Lucas swaggered into the kitchen, Zander close on his heels.
He dropped an immense book bag on the floor next to the frig. “Like, where were
you?”
    Crap.   She groaned and shot a look at the time
stamped on the top of her screen before quickly closing the page.   She’d sat there for a very long
time.   Oohhh, the things she’d
read.   It left her squirming,
annoyed, curious and uncomfortably aroused. Add horrified and pissed off.  
    She began
the steps to erase her browsing history.   All she needed was for one of her brothers to find domestic discipline flash up as an option when he typed domestic disorder into a search engine.
    “Like I
forgot,” she said, belatedly answering Lucas. “From now on a driver will drop
you guys at school and pick you up.   So it won’t matter if I forget you exist.”
    “’Great,’
mumbled the little orphan boy.”   Lucas made his voice as pathetic as possible.
    Stricken,
Denise looked up and shot death rays at Lucas before swiveling around to glance
at her youngest brother.   “I didn’t
mean it Zander.   I swear!   Oh shit! Look at him!”
    Lucas
shot his little brother a look and shook his head.   “Cripes, Zander! Get a grip.   I only said that to yank Denise’s chain.” He punched his
brother lightly in the arm.  
    Zander
hunched one shoulder and scowled.   “Well I am an orphan, dick head.   It’s not fun.”   He yanked
open the frig, shoving his older brother out of his way.
    Lucas, in
a moment of magnanimity brought on by horror at the thought he might really
have upset the kid, allowed the shove to go unchallenged. “Yeah, well, I’m an
orphan too.   Heck! We all are.   Group hug?”
    Denise
ignored the offer.   “Do either of
you know where William is?”  
    Both boys
shook heads.
    “How come
he got to stay home?” Lucas’s complaint was halfhearted. In general he enjoyed
school and today he’d had a decent day.   Most of the teachers had given him a wide berth. Several had laid hands
on his shoulder and shaken their heads in mute expressions of support and
sympathy.