She disconnected the call. The passing hours had worn her thinner than a penny run over by a city bus and despite the warming sunshine casting soft, yellow rays across the sitting area she lounged about in, she was wrought with worry. She’d been interviewing nannies all morning and afternoon, but it was useless. It seemed no one fit the bill. She uttered a disgruntled sigh when she realized that either her standards were too high, or she simply felt home sick. It might even be both… She stared down at her gold linked wristwatch, then ran nervous fingers through her two-strand twisted hair and got to her feet. I’ll have to put this on ice for a minute. Suddenly Isis’ tiny feet stomped past her, leaving an orange blur behind. “Heeeey! Where are you going, baby?” Xenia called out, a big smile on her face. Isis stopped in her tracks in the large black and white kitchen, turned around and gave a devilish grin.
