The Babysitting Job

I waved them out the door. “We’ll be fine. I promise.”

Nothing to worry about, I thought.

Just then Rosie shrieked. I ran to the kitchen to find David standing triumphantly over his sister, ponytail in one hand, scissors in the other.

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