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.Damn it.That only leaves one thing.I get to snoop.Going through the drawers in Batty’s dresser, I find things in perfect order, every pair of socks rolled and shirt folded.He has way more casual clothes than I ever would have guessed, but look where the hell he’s living.I settle into a razorback undershirt and boxers that I have to fold over to fit my hips.I thought that when I got in between Batty’s covers that I would be flooded with dirty images and deliciousness, but I fall asleep as soon as I stop moving.“Aunt Saaaaaadie? Aunt Saaaaaaaaadie?”Something is bugging me.I swat it away.Too early.“Aunt Sadie?” It’s getting louder.I open my eyes, verify that the sun isn’t up yet and close them again.“I’m hungry, Aunt Sadie.” I roll to my back, something pulls on my hair and my eyes drift closed.“AHHHHH!” A banshee yells.My eyes shoot open but I’m frozen in terror.Medusa sees my eyes open and calmly closes her mouth.“We have to get ready for school.We’re going to be late.” Her eyes narrow.“Then you’ll have to either let us stay home with you all day or sign us into the school.”My heart pounds in my throat and I stare wide-eyed at the place that just held what I’m now positive is the antichrist.Am I exaggerating? I don’t think so.One thing I know for damn sure is they aren’t missing school.I throw the blankets aside and stumble into the bathroom.When I try to close the door there’s a body blocking it.“Bridgette? Get out, I have to go.”She shrugs with big grey eyes and frizzy hair.“I’m really hungry.”“Okay.Meet me in the kitchen,” I say, trying not to be exasperated so early in the morning.She leaves and I get ready as best I can with no makeup and yesterday’s everything, except for a see through wife beater.My hair goes on top of my head and my black bra solidifies the look.I sigh.In the kitchen, the twins are trying to pour bowls of cereal, getting it all over the counter and floor, then walking on it.Cringing, I ask, “What time does school start?”“8:02.” Looking at the clock I see it’s 7:30.“Shit!” I yell.“Get dressed.We have to go!”“You have to get our clothes out for us, Aunt Sadie.” I run, but there’s no clothes in their dressers or closets.“Where’s your clothes?” They both point to a closed door.I open it but it will only partially open.When I stick my head in I see why.Clean clothes are all over the room, in baskets, and on top of the dryer.I grit my teeth and wade in.Going through months’ worth of clothes, I put together two outfits and toss it to them as I look in the living room for the brush.Hannah can’t find her other shoe, and Bridgette doesn’t know how to put socks on, but we make it out the door.I have enough thought to write down the codes so I’m not locked out of the house for the day and speed down the road.“I really am hungry, Aunt Sadie,” Bridgette says in a small voice.Fuck.Forgot to feed them.I turn into a McDonald’s next to the school and order them French toast sticks.By the time we make it through the line it’s two ‘til and they’re done eating.“Have a good day.Don’t fall on the playground, don’t pee your pants, and don’t puke anywhere, alright?”“Where’s our lunchboxes?” Hannah asks.I stare at her with blank eyes.Lunchbox? I reach for my wallet and lick my lips nervously, shoving a twenty into each of their hands.“Get a school lunch, and a juice, or extra milk, or whatever you want.That’s enough, right?” My nerves are shot to hell and it’s what time again?The door is opened by a teacher and she recoils from reaching for Bridgette.“What? What’s wrong?” Bridgette looks back at me with hair stuck to her face and fuzz on her hands.“What the hell?!”The teacher cuts eyes to me.“It looks like syrup.” My mouth drops open.“Oh my God.They’ve had it for five minutes.I swear they were clean when I put them in the car, but we were late and I got them McDonald’s.I don’t know how it’s possible they made that kind of mess so quickly,” I ramble, certain she’s going to call Child Protective Services on me.The teacher sighs and reaches for parts not sticky to get the kids down.“I’ll get them cleaned up.”“I’m really so sorry.Thank you.” When the door is closed again, I put a hand to my hair to make sure it’s not falling out.I head to Wal-Mart, because I need some damn clothes.Grabbing a cart, I hit the deli just as the popcorn chicken is set in the window.Grabbing a honey mustard packet, I take my cup of chicken through every aisle in the store.It takes a couple of hours, but it’s so worth it.I get eyeliner and mascara, a better detangling spray for the girls and conditioner, remembering how hard it was to brush their hair the day before.Flip flops, underwear and bras.Maxi dresses and shorts, a bathing suit for the lakes.My phone rings.“Yeah?”“Good morning, Sadie.”“Are you just waking up?”“Well, I’m just getting to the hospital now.They wouldn’t let me stay past visiting hours last night and he was asleep, anyway.How is your morning?” I hear a dinging sound on his end and wonder if he’ll get disconnected in the elevator.“Oh, we’re good.Kids are at school.”“And where are you?”“Wal-Mart.I had to get clothes.I’m hitting up Target after this.”“Shit, that’s right.What did you sleep in?” I smile.“Your boxers and t-shirt.”“Sexy.Don’t buy any pajamas and send me a picture tonight.” I giggle then frown.“I’m still mad at you.”“I’ll send you a picture, too, how about that?” I try to hold out, but cave.“Fine.But I don’t want you in a shirt and boxers.” Batty’s deep chuckle sounds over the line.“Deal.”“Great, something else to look forward to after bedtime.”“Is it so bad?”“No.I just think there’s a learning curve.I have to go.I just got to the cleaning section and need to concentrate.” Batty sighs and I can hear people talking on his end.“That’s one of the things I love about your place.No clutter.I bet you had a heart attack.”“No, just hives.” I get another laugh.“Your room is clean, though.”“I try to keep it locked when I’m not there.I work so much, and my dad isn’t very domestic.”“Why not get a maid? It’s not like you can’t afford it.”Batty’s voice is surprisingly firm when he says, “We’re very private people, Sadie.”“No shit!” I snap back, getting several looks from early shoppers.“A maid isn’t an option.Dad had a girlfriend for a while, and things got better.Just don’t worry about it.I’ll deal with it when I get home.”“Where’s your wife, Finnigan?” I ask solemnly.He answers just as seriously.“I don’t have one, Sadie.I will tell you everything, I swear I will.Just let me deal with this first.” I sigh quietly.“Alright.I really do have to go, though.I have disinfectants to get, oh and laundry detergent.”“Just leave it—”“Not happening, Batman.”~Hours later, I’m sitting in the living room with all of the windows in the house open, airing it out.The blinds are pulled up and the curtains in the washing machine.Jimmy Fallon is playing last night’s episode on the DVR and I’m surrounded by piles of folded clothes.My phone vibrates on the coffee table.Batty: I can’t wait until tonight.Send me a picture of your face.I shake my head and send a picture with crossed eyes and fish lips.Batty: Ah, I miss those lips [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]