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Mom was sitting in there with them until the guy looked at her and said, "You know, Buck, I never could understand why you cashed in your chips, but seeing Stephanie, here, I get it now. On work days we could "eat out of the refrigerator", as Dad called it. You are maybe the girl Cindy Jenkins told me about? "She said nothing about a brother." "He's just here to ..." She stopped. That's because I could imagine what she'd been about to say, that I was just there to babysit her while she put on clothes she couldn't afford and let somebody take pictures of her. Addie had a temper, and she could scream and yell with the best of them, but I could take her over my knee and spank her if I wanted to. He'd looked up from the paper and said, "I suspect you needed it." He had looked past her to me, where I was trying to peek around the corner to find out if I'd gone too far. She'd tried that line on me after that, saying "Be nice! I think some of the terror childbirth had caused in her remained, hanging around in Maureen's brain, and the thought of the horrible unknown of having a tiny, helpless baby in the house, and that she might have to be responsible for that tiny, helpless thing's health while Addie was at school, just scared her to death.I really get it, Buck." And my father, who I had never heard say a mean thing in my entire life, looked at his Army buddy and said, "I know what you're thinking, Chuck ... Because if you make a move on my woman, Chuck, I'm going to have to kill you." And they all laughed. "Let me hear you ask if I want fries with that," said Dad. He made us both promise not to tell Mom about that. He said that by the time she got back, it would either have worked out, or "other arrangements would be made," which I knew meant he'd make her stop working, but which she thought meant he'd let us get fast food on the way home. was located in the basement of a really nice house in the fancy part of town. But, of course, she didn't want to admit I was her chaperone. "I'm here to take care of her," I said, somewhat heavily. In fact, I did that fairly regularly, just to piss her off. " whenever I needed to remind her what the pecking order was. That part was out of our hands anyway, which became clear when our parents arrived, having driven straight through, without stopping for anything except food and gas, changing drivers every four or five hours while one slept and the other drove. I'm not particularly popular at school, but I have some pretty good friends. It's still confusing to me how things ended up like they are. If the computer is required, they got us a laptop, but it still has to be used at the dining room table. She was a cheerleader, after all, and all guys lusted after cheerleaders. The problem was that I didn't have an after school job myself, and I wasn't involved in any extracurricular activities. She had to keep pushing to get the placenta out, and they took the baby off to clean him up, and ink the bottom of a foot and put that on paper and whatever else they do to babies. You know that's what got you into this mess in the first place." "I know," I said. It all depends on whether you're willin' to do the work to earn a shot at ownin' this ranch." I closed the door again. She let me think about it for two more hours and then said it was time to go back to the hospital and see Addison. She still swears that's why she ever agreed to do anything sexual with me in the first place.But I guess I'm a little lazy too, in terms of not wanting to spend all that extra time in training for football or wrestling or whatever. Girls look at me, and I can usually get a date if I want one. Addie - that's what we call Addison for short - was working on biology, which she asked for some help with. We can help each other, but not do each other's work. One of his favorite sayings is "Be an existentialist! " He usually says that when one of us has to do something new and is worried about it. Anyway, she was appreciative of being rescued, and one thing led to another and I was conceived. She'd taken good care of it and it was still in mint condition. "I mean, that's the plan, as far as I know it." "Aren't you going to college? that in Russia, this attitude about trying things with someone you know already loves you is more acceptable than it is here.
She was a good whiner, though I had learned how to be impervious to it. Even I could imagine the snickers if it got out that she was under my supervision. It flowers, there in the first blanket to touch its skin. " which is unnecessary, because you've known that from the ultrasounds for months, but it shocks you into a big, goofy grin anyway. Whenever I remember those sixty seconds in time, when my son came into the world, it just takes me back.
But I was supposed to start at the beginning, so here goes. "They're not going to pay us both," she complained, unconsciously obviating her argument that this agency hired males too. He's a dickhead." "He'll do it if I tell him to do it," he said, with authority. Somehow I had already gotten used to the idea that she could pull that part off. Anyway, the reason I said the nurses were taking too long was because Addison, who had been braver and stronger than I could ever be for the last sixteen hours, was so tired that the only strength she had was to try, feebly, to sit up while she turns into a whining girl again and uses her pouting voice to ask, "Where's my baby?! I'd hate for some shark assed big corporation to buy it at auction and then sell it all off in pieces." She frowned at the thought, but then her face relaxed. "Part of the deal is I get to stay here until I croak. If I'd gone through what she just did, I doubt I'd want to see your ugly mug right away." "She loves me," I objected.
It was about the difference between DNA, which is deoxyribonucleic acid, and RNA, which is ribonucleic acid. Like he said it when I was all worried about going to high school the first day. I could understand that, because I was surprised too. She was pretty, but she wasn't, like gorgeous or anything. So, having gotten a hostage pregnant, he got out of the Army and went to college. She hadn't batted an eye at putting her niece into the back seat while she was in the process of having a baby, to take her to the hospital. Instead, she turned sideways in the seat and looked at me. Anyway, she had no problem whatsoever adopting Aunt Maureen's idea of a possible future for us as her own.
While he was signing it he said, "You take care of your sister and protect her from anything bad. "Don't screw this up for me, Bobby." "I'm not screwing anything up," I said. If he hires us, then we can go in there." The argument was broken up when the door opened again and a guy who looked like Grizzly Adams came out. He had on a shirt that looked like it was made of satin or something. " Addie's hand was still on my arm, and I could tell instantly that she was just as unhappy about him addressing us as children as I was. " he yelled, looking Addie up and down in a way that made me ball my fists. Of course, as an eighteen year old who suddenly has the hope of fulfilling his dreams on multiple levels, I had no idea how hard the suggested course of action would be. If I had known then what I know now, I doubt I'd have been brave enough to try it.
That's your job, and I expect you to take it seriously." I was about to ask if we had been invited, when she reached for the door knob, turned it, and walked in like she owned the place. Don't come in until he says you can." I thought that was kind of odd. "I just want to see what's going on in there." "I told you, they're modeling." "Who models an old timey outfit like that? "He looked like he belonged in a play about the middle ages." "That doesn't matter," said my sister. It was open to the middle of his chest and he had a bunch of gold chains lying on top of more hair than any guy should have on his chest. I suppose that's why teenagers reach so hard for the stars. But three things got me through my college education.