Page 33 of Baby, One More Time

From Teresa:

Why?

To Teresa:

They accepted home-baked muffins from Dr. Lucifer and offered him refreshments

From Teresa:

Let me investigate

Just as I’m leaving Manhattan, another text arrives.

From Teresa:

Mom said he had baked them with his daughter, and they didn’t feel like refusing a six-year-old’s neighborly offer

She also said that he seemed like a wonderful father and you shouldn’t judge a man by his actions when he was eighteen

To Teresa:

I disagree

The New York state penalty code disagrees

Try sitting in front of a judge and telling him how he shouldn’t lock you up forever for that little murder you committed when you were *only* eighteen

From Teresa:

John didn’t murder anyone

No, I scoff inside my head. He only killed my chances at a happily ever after.

With angry jerks of my thumbs, I tap a reply.

To Teresa:

And just like that, I have no family

No parents

And no sister

From Teresa:

Stop being a drama queen

How do you know about the muffins anyway?

To Teresa:

I ran into him at the clinic, again

From Teresa:

And you talked to him?

Why is it okay for you to fraternize, but Mom and Dad can’t?

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