Broken Hearts, Fences And Other Things To Mend - Plot & Excerpts
I said an hour later, trying as hard as I could not to sound as frustrated as I was. “How about we play a game?” The twins just looked at each other, then back at me, their iden- tical blasé expressions still in place. It had been a very long hour, and one that was causing me to doubt my babysitting prowess. When they had fi rst disappeared, I’d tracked them down in the kitchen, all too close to the knives, attempting to get something down from the highest shelf— and getting sand everywhere in the pro cess. I had immediately moved us to the TV room, where they had fl opped onto the couch and basically refused to move or engage in anything. They didn’t want to read a book, or go back to the beach, or watch TV. All they wanted to do was complain about how bored they were. And it was getting annoying. I was also checking my phone with increasing frequency, hoping that -1— Hallie would text me and let me know she was on her way. I was 0— all too aware that Josh was going to be picking me up in a few +1— 105-56018_ch01_3P.indd 174 105-56018_ch01_3P.indd 174 10/2/13 7:32 AM 10/2/13 7:32 AM hours for what was clearly not a date, and I needed to get ready for it.
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