![]() ![]() Starla watched them go with a strange desperation. Jared excused the girls from the table, and they ran off for bath time. At home, there was nothing but Julie and Doug festering on the couch. It was nice to be in the company of people she didn’t want to strangle. It even seemed to please the two finicky seven-year-olds, and their dad went in for seconds before all four of them attacked the chocolate chip cookies. Plus, it was pretty damn good, if she did say so herself. It would look weird if she wouldn’t eat her own food. By the time she dropped into a chair at Jared’s dining room table, she was exhausted, and eating was nowhere near the top of her list of priorities. ![]() ![]() Did she bleed? Did it hurt? Where was all the blood? Would there be blood in the food? Did she think she was going to lose the finger? At least their presence prevented any more strangeness with their dad, and Starla was able to get through with making dinner and serve it at a decent hour. She didn’t trust it.Īshley and Mia came back in, immediately spied her thickly wrapped boo-boo, and asked no less than nine million questions. She also wanted to tell him to quit being so fucking nice to her. “No, I’ve got it.” She moved to get up he stood to help her. Dammit, she had a dozen things she needed to check on. ![]()
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