The doorbell rang.
Elizabeth looked up from her cornflakes and frowned.
The day wasn't going well. First she overslept 'til one in the afternoon. Then she discovered they were out of Reese's Puffs. And now she was going to have to *work*.
All part of the perfect summer.
She got up and peeked around the corner, just enough to see through the front door's window. As expected, Mr. Major stood waiting on the porch.
Elizabeth had been regularly babysitting the Major siblings since June. Normally she wasn't a masochist, but given the sparse opportunities for summer fun, she figured she might as well make a little money on the side.
Unfortunately, cash did not come cheap.
"Running a bit behind today, are we?" Mr. Major sniffed when Elizabeth answered the door. He flicked his eyes from her head to her feet then back again, making no effort to conceal his disapproval. Somehow, even though they were the same height, he always managed to look down at her.
"Oh. Right. The pajamas," she mumbled, giving an apologetic smile.
"Hm," said Mr. Major.
He was flanked by his two children. Nora, the youngest, was sporting a garish barrette and a downturned mouth, as though she'd rather be home watching cartoons. Her brother Nathan was old enough to resent having a babysitter. His precious blue cap sat on his head at an angle, and he was smiling because no one was happy.
