Jenny watched as he moved his finger down the list.
“Don’t hesitate to call me if you have any questions, or if Brie gets too out-of-hand. But if you want, you can call Maggie Baird, down the street.”
“I know her number by heart.” Jenny boasted.
“I’m sure you know to call nine-one-one if anything goes seriously wrong.” He spoke quickly, knowing she must have been through this spiel several times. “We got a frozen pizza, and some other frozen food; feel free to help yourself. There’s some candy in the cabinet above the microwave, but don’t let Brietta see it. I’m probably gonna be out all night so, uh wait, you brought pajamas and stuff right?” He stopped and turned to her.
“Yes sir, right here.” She pointed to the backpack.