I need to do the dishes. I’ve got a pile of clothes that needs folding, and things are all over table. I should probably change my pillowcase, too.
And what am I doing?
I’m taking pictures of dolls. 💁♀️ #dollcollectorlife #doitlater
It’s evening, and Chloe and Steven are having some herbal tea before bed.
“You know, I’m really glad we chose this place,” Steven says. “The other houses looked good, but I think this one is perfect. It really suits us.”
“Yeah.” Chloe agrees wholeheartedly.
“It even seems like Grace is settling in. Did you see how she’s decorated her bedroom?” Steven smiles. His teenage daughter, Grace, wasn’t very happy about moving. “I think she’s finally gotten used to the new place.”
“Gotten used to me, you mean.”
Chloe can’t help but sigh. She knows that Grace doesn’t like her. It’s my own fault, I suppose, Chloe thinks. I should have introduced myself to the kids sooner.
“Hey! That’s not true.” Steven says.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Chloe sighs again. “I didn’t mean to lash out at you. I’ll go check that Grace is asleep, okay? And then we can go to bed.”
Upstairs, Grace is typing away at her computer without looking at the keys. She stares at the screen, unblinking.
When she hears Chloe enter the room, she shuts the laptop.
“What do you want?” Grace narrows her eyes at Chloe.
“It’s getting late,” Chloe says. “Perhaps you should go to bed? You’ve got school tomorrow, remember? You can’t learn with four hours of sleep!”
Grace pauses for a moment before speaking. “Um, Chloe, can you, like, go away please? You’re not my mom, you don’t tell me to go to bed. I’ve got a test tomorrow and I need to study.”
“Oh.” Chloe stammers. “Um. Sure. Okay. I’ll leave.” She scrambles to get off Grace’s bed. “I’ll, uh, see you in the morning then.”