Shelby’s new found freedom couldn’t have come at a better
time…
Shelby ducked her head out
from behind the park play structure again. It was all she had to do to keep
Erika’s butt stuck to that bench like glue. Her sister/babysitter looked at her
as she kept talking away on her stupid cellphone.
Mom and Dad bought it for
her when they told her she was in charge of babysitting all summer. In case of
an emergency—that’s what it was meant for. Erika seemed to have a lot of
emergency because she was always on the phone.
But it was turning out
okay. It meant Shelby got to do whatever she wanted—most of the time. Like when
she got to make her own lunch and lick the knife every time she dipped it in
the peanut butter jar. She also got to put as much jam on her bread as she
wanted. She really liked the strawberry jam, and nobody ever put enough on for
her. It made a sloppy, ploppy mess all over the counter. Shelby was too small to
reach the plates and it wasn’t safe for her climb up and get one so she did her
best to keep her drips over the counter. Only a few hit the floor. She forgot
to put the jam away, but Erika got in more trouble for it than she did. And Erika had to clean up the whole
kitchen mess—punishment for not keeping a better eye on her charge is what Dad
said.
Erika gave Shelby strict
orders to never again enter the kitchen alone. And then there had been the
bathroom incident where Erika got in trouble for Shelby’s tea shop dishwashing
project that got a little out of control. After a fabulous afternoon tea with
Nina-Belle and Baby Blue—Shelby’s two favorite dolls—she’d washed up the white
plates she used, just like in a real restaurant.
It wasn’t her fault she
couldn’t reach the soap and had to use her sparkly blue toothpaste instead. If
it was good enough for her teeth, then it had to be good enough for her dishes.
But it was messy, considering the toilet paper squares she used for scrubbing
didn’t hold up as well as Mom’s dish rags. They kept falling apart and left wet
piles in the sink and on the floor. But she only used one roll—not the whole
package of rolls. Shelby got in a little bit of trouble for that, but not as
much as Erika did.
Her big sister had to
clean up that mess too. Erika missed a spot of blue sparkle behind the toilet.
Shelby saw it every time she sat in the bathtub. She didn’t mention it, though.
This had been the best
summer in Shelby’s whole life. She was getting to do whatever she wanted.
Right now she wanted to
play with the cute little fur-ball puppy she’d just met. If Mom was here she
would tell Shelby not to touch it. But Erika was all the way over there on that
bench, talking on her phone and couldn’t see it.
Shelby and the brown
puppy were digging in the dirt. Last night’s rain filled Shelby’s favorite
digging hole so she started a new one with the puppy’s help.
Shelby popped her head
up, so Erika could see her. Her sister was still on the phone, but she looked over.
Shelby ducked down again to return to her hole-digging project.
“Looks like your puppy is
going to need a bath,” a mom said, sitting down on a bench near the hole with
her baby. Her pink painted lips smiled at Shelby.
What a great idea! Shelby smiled back because she wasn’t supposed to talk to
strangers, but she could smile at them.
Shelby wiped her muddy
hands on her shorts and picked up the baby doll blankets and toys she’d brought
with her and stashed them in her backpack. Mom never let her bring toys to the
park, but Erika didn’t care.
Shelby scooped up the
puppy and put it in her backpack too. She ran the zipper closed, leaving an
opening so the puppy could breathe, and slipped her arms through the straps.
Shelby marched around the
slide with Nina-Belle and Baby Blue in her arms because there wasn’t any room
for them in her backpack now.
“I’m ready to go,” she
said to Erika.
Her sister’s eyes
popped—big! “Gotta go,” Erika said and got off the phone. “You’re a mess. What
were you doing over there?”
“Playing,” Shelby said,
taking a step backward. The puppy moved in her backpack and almost knocked her
off balance.
“Let’s go,” Erika said,
leading the way.
Back in the apartment,
Erika pulled out her cellphone again. “Go change your clothes and wash your
face,” her sister said as she punched a button.
But her six-year-old,
almost seven-year old brain had a better idea. “May I use the bathroom to take
a shower?” Shelby asked, using her best manner-filled voice. She was big enough
to do her own shower now and wash her own hair, something Mom was very proud of
her for!
“Yeah, just don’t leave
it a mess, okay?” Erika flopped on the couch and stuck the phone to her ear.
“Okay,” Shelby said. She
passed Mitchell’s room and the sounds of his new alien video game on the way to
the bathroom.
Shelby closed the door
and gently took off her backpack. She set it on the floor and peeled the zipper
back. The cute little puppy was curled up in a ball on top of the doll
blankets.
Awww, she’s so cute. Shelby stroked
her fingers down the puppy’s mud-caked back. “I’m going to call you
Butterscotch.”
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Meg writes clean contemporary romance novels, featuring strong female characters. As a mom to two young girls, Meg is passionate about creating stories centered around female empowerment. She grew up in the Pacific Northwest where she still lives today with her husband, daughters, and crazy pets. She splits her time between homeschooling her girls and writing in the hours after she has put her husband and children to bed. See what's new and free from Meg at www.meggraybooks.com
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Meg writes clean contemporary romance novels, featuring strong female characters. As a mom to two young girls, Meg is passionate about creating stories centered around female empowerment. She grew up in the Pacific Northwest where she still lives today with her husband, daughters, and crazy pets. She splits her time between homeschooling her girls and writing in the hours after she has put her husband and children to bed. See what's new and free from Meg at www.meggraybooks.com
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