“I’m thrilled to hear that.”
“He let us watch movies, and eat pizza and ice-cream and stay up all night long.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And Granny came over to play and took us to the movies!”
“Wow! Sounds like you guys are having a blast!” I’d been gone less than twenty-four hours. It sounded like Mark was going a little overboard.
“You’re really having this conversation now?” Pravus hissed.
“Shut. Up.” I mouthed the words at him and made a slashing motion across my throat with my hand.
“Are you being a good girl for Daddy?” I asked.
“Yes!” she chirped. “Cassidy isn’t being a good girl. But I am.”
Cassidy was the youngest, almost three, and still really hard to understand. She was also much more emotional than her older sister, and tended to get her feelings hurt easily. “Why isn’t she being good?” I asked.
“She’s not a big girl like me,” Megan explained.
“I know. You are a very big girl. Are you being a big help to Daddy?”
“Yes, I told him what we like to eat for breakfast, and what we like to wear, and when Cassidy needs a spanking.”
I smiled, “Wow, sounds like you are being a big help. I miss you a bunch, sweetie! Mommy will be home tomorrow night to tuck you in.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” Megan chirped, “We don’t miss you yet. We’re still having fun with Daddy.”
I laughed, “That’s good. Can I talk to Cassie?”
There was a scuffling on the other end and then Cassidy came on. “Hey, honey! I miss you!” I said.
“Miss you too, Mommy! ‘Eg mean to me.” Straight to the tattling, those were my girls.
“I’m sure she didn’t mean it,” I soothed. “Are you having a good time with Daddy?”
There was fierce whispering coming from the backseat of the car. I was trying to ignore it, but I could see Sarah staring over the back of her seat with wide eyes. The whispering erupted into a fight. Cecily was apparently trying to forcefully eject Pravus from the car. He had wedged himself in between the seat and the door and in the cramped space she didn’t have enough leverage to utilize her superior strength, which was bound to be a little less superior, due to the sun.
I refocused on the phone call. “—fun time,” Cassidy ended.
“That’s great, honey,” I said, making hushing motions at Cecily. “Can I talk to Daddy for a minute.” I covered the mouth piece and hissed at Cecily, “Will you be quiet!”
“He won’t get out of the car!” she exclaimed like a kindergartener.
“Get out!” I said to Pravus.
“No!” he yelled. “The least you can do is give me a ride home!”
I growled in frustration and then had to switch to a normal voice when Mark came on the line. “Hey, babe!” he greeted me.
“Hi! Sounds like ya’ll are having a little too much fun there without me.”
“You know how it is, when the cat’s away the mice will party!” he said.
“Don’t overdo it, they’re going to think that Mommy is a stick in the mud who never lets them have any fun.”
“Aren’t you?” he quipped.
“Ha. Bet you miss me.”
“More than you can imagine. I have no idea how you do this every day. I’m exhausted.”
I laughed. That was more like it. I wanted to know that I was missed and appreciated. “I’ll be home tomorrow. Hold on till then.”
“Counting the hours, hon. You just relax and have a good time with Sarah. Say hi for me!” There was a crash from his end of the line. “Megan!” he yelled away from the phone. “Sorry, babe, I’ve got to go! Love you!” and he hung up.
Relax with Sarah. If he only knew.
Pravus and Cecily had finally separated and were sulking as far away from each other as they could get in the small backseat.
I rolled my eyes with a sigh. “Where do you live?” I capitulated.
Pravus smirked at Cecily and gave me the address. Fifteen minutes later we were rid of him. He showed not a trace of gratitude for our saving his life. In fact, he seemed to blame us for
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