Like a tumor, an awful idea took root in my brain. “So why don’t you pretend to be...
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“Research shows that children need structure and routine,” Beouf was still prepping the latest cognitive dissonance-inducing propaganda disguised...
Chapter 58: A Million Ways to “Why” “Pssst” Tommy whispered to me on our way out of the cafeteria...
Walking past a hall closet towards my nursery, I caught a hint of a shadow coming out from...
Chapter 57: Adventures in Being Babysat Thursday Night. The television clicked off. The Muffets were on and Lita Coreno...
More promises that would be next to impossible to keep. More false hope. More fuel. I could have...
Chapter 56: The Crying Game I cried all day that first Wednesday. It was spectacular! The best day I’d...
BRILLIANT! COLLABORATION! I coated Billy’s palms and he dragged them over the back of his forearms and neck....
Chapter 55: Technically… Tuesday. “Okie dokie, Clark,” Mrs. Beouf said to me. “For today, I want you to paint...
I kept one ear on the Mommies chatting each other up. “Why are you talking to me now?”...