Page 68 of Hot Four Teacher
Chapter twenty-four
Lots of Murder
Michelle
“Did you have fun with Grandma?” I ask Eve who is scouring through the fridge for a snack.
“Yeah, it was a good time. We went shopping and even went to go see a movie. It pays being the first grandkid. I swear Grandma and Grandpa love me most.”
I just laugh and roll my eyes. My parents have five kids and now four grandkids–one of whom isn’t related by blood. They are very good at not playing favorites. Hell, they were offering to babysit Colton, Ronnie’s boyfriend’s son, before they had even gotten serious. I’m sure they love all their kids and grandkids equally.
All of that being said, my parents may have alittlesoft spot for Eve. Eve arrived on the scene while they were still raising three of their own kids. While they weren’t happy that I was pregnant so young, Eve and her sparkling personality made everything seem okay.
She pulls me from my thoughts. “Grandma was acting a little weird, though.”
“How so?”
“Well, I told her I only packed enough clothes for one night, so I needed to come home and get more. When I told her that, she freaked out and said we could just go shopping instead for new clothes. It was like she was purposely trying to keep me away from the house.”
I immediately tense up. “Hm. Weird. Maybe she just wanted an excuse to go shopping.”
She shrugs while getting out a jar of peanut butter and a sleeve of Ritz crackers. “Maybe. It was still weird.”
Trying to throw her off the scent, I change the subject. “Didn’t Grandma feed you?”
“Yeah. All weekend. Doesn’t mean I’m not still hungry.”
I swear teenagers are bottomless pits. It’s a wonder I can afford to feed her.
I watch my daughter get a butter knife out of the drawer, dip it into the peanut butter, and then, dip it into the crackers. She shoves the whole makeshift sandwich into her mouth.
When she sees the look on my face, she says, “If I do it this way, it’s way less messy.”
“Oh, I see that. It’s brilliant. I’m just wondering how you can come up with something like that yet not figure out how to pick up your clothes off the bathroom floor.”
“Picking up my clothes off the bathroom floor doesn’t give me delicious peanut butter treats.”
“You sound like a dog.”
“But a cute dog, right?”
I laugh. “The cutest.”
She walks into the living room and stares at the untouched pile of yarn. ”I’m glad to see that you’ve given up on the knitting.”
“Yeah. It just wasn’t for me. Who would’ve guessed?”
“Me, Mom. I literally told you a hundred times.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m stubborn. That’s whereyouget it from.”
She gets comfortable in the chair, tucking her feet up under her butt. “So, what have you been doing all weekend since you stopped knitting?”
Oh, shit. I haven’t thought of any type of story to tell her.
“Uh, I watched a ton of true crime.”
“Anything good?”
