munching cereal. No school
 
 this week, they’re all mine.
 
 I put in a call to Trey. No
 
 answer. No surprise. I’m
 
 getting ready to leave a
 
 voice mail when the door
 
 bell rings. He’s here!
 
 LaTreya beats me to the door
 
 and flings it open. Mommy!
 
 she screams, throwing her arms
 
 around the slender redhead.
 
 Angela steps through the door,
 
 levels me with a shot of green
 
 eyes. Who the hell are you?
 
 Standing There
 
 Wearing zip but a long T-shirt
 
 and underwear, I
 
 introduce myself,
 
 “I’m Kristina, the girls’ nanny.”
 
 Angela is unimpressed. [Angela
 
 is totally irritated.]
 
 Well, I happen to
 
 be the girls’ mother. Where’s Brad?
 
 She’s pissing me off. “I figured
 
 that’s who you
 
 were when LaTreya
 
 called you ‘Mommy.’ Brad’s at work.”
 
 Another evil blink of snake green eyes.
 
 I thought I’d take
 
 the kids shopping.