“So how’d she behave, Tiffany?” asked Mrs. Rose.
The babysitter with disheveled hair and glasses askew, smiled.
“Good as gold, Mrs. Rose.”
“No trouble today? My little girl is growing up,” said Mrs. Rose proudly.
“No trouble at all. She just sat around,” said Tiffany, picking up her coat, and heading out.
“I’ll just wish her goodnight then.”
Tiptoeing upstairs, the proud mother opened the bedroom door to see her 7 year old tied to a chair.
(April 8th, 2013)