calmed down drastically over the years.
“We don’t know, but he’s only gotten worse. I’ll let you know as soon as we find something out. We could be here for hours.”
“Hours. You want me to take care of them for hours?” I can’t hide the fear in my voice. They could murder me and dump the body in a couple hours.
He chuckles into the phone. I’d punch his shoulder if he was standing beside me. This is no joking matter.
“Mom will be by your house around six to get them.”
Three hours. I can handle three hours, I think.
“Okay,” I agree. What else can I do? I’d never tell him no, no matter how fearful I am.
“You have to feed them,” Kadin says.
“I have salmon and asparagus planned for dinner. There’s enough for them too.”
“You know damn good and well that’s not going to work. You need to think simpler than that. I’d go with fish sticks and macaroni and cheese,” he offers in suggestion.
“I don’t have shit like that at my house.” He knows this.
“Well, take them to McDonald’s or something. You’ll have a fight on your hands if you try salmon and asparagus. Lennox wouldn’t eat anything green even if she was promised a pony.” From the sound of his voice, I’d bet my condo that he’s tried something like that before.
“That shit is going to stunt their growth,” I chastise.
“Don’t give me that shit. They don’t eat crap like that often. London has gotten very skilled with hiding vegetables and healthy shit in their food, but unless you have time to puree carrots and bake a damn meatloaf, I suggest you give it a rest this one time.”
He’s right; I’m not a parent and have no idea of the daily struggles they go through with such tiny, picky eaters. I know you can’t force a kid to eat. I also know that I still gag when I smell cooked spinach. I blame my mother for that.
I resist giving him advice on a subject I know nothing about and smile when I realize I’m heading back to Edgewood Academy this afternoon. I may be picking up two tiny tornadoes, but I’m also going to see Lexi Carter again. Getting another glimpse of her is almost worth the violent death I’m sure to suffer before my mom can get the girls.
“Same routine as this morning?’ I ask.
“No. You don’t even have to get out of the truck. You just pull up, and they send them out to the vehicle. Just follow the line of cars.”
My face falls knowing there’s a chance I won’t get a glimpse of Ms. Carter.
“Listen, I’ve got to go; they just called us back,” Kadin says in a rushed tone before hanging up.
I work as long as I can, but I have to cut my day short in order to get the girls. I’m not too concerned with leaving early since the asbestos has caused an impromptu work day for Saturday.
I creep along in the long line of cars, waiting my turn to grab the girls. Much to my despair, Ms. Carter is nowhere to be found as the girls climb inside and buckle themselves up. I don’t even try to hide the disappointment on my face.
“Where’s mom?” Lennox asks from the back seat.
I have no clue how much they know about Easton and their parents’ plans for the day, so I go with distraction.
“Who’s hungry?”
They both scream like they haven’t been fed in days.
“Can we go to McDonalds?” Anastyn asks excitedly.
“Fat chance,” I say looking at her in the rearview mirror.
Her pretty little face drops and she crosses her arms over her chest. Just by the look in her eye, I can tell there will be hell to pay later.
Chapter 4
Lexi
I’m spitting mad as I get in my car in the teacher’s parking lot. I have to try to calm myself down before I leave the school. Fifteen minutes late, that’s what the formal reprimand I was all but forced to sign this afternoon said. Amelia had even printed out the time stamp from my badge swiping to unlock my door this morning. I know damn good and well that I would have only been four minutes, five minutes tops, late this morning had