The babycried from room and aunt ran inside. I was talking to uncle and auntbrought the baby to the hall, where we were sitting. I took the babyinto m... arms and pampered the baby. I said baby has all features likeuncle only. He was very happy to hear that. He wished me bye, and wentto office. I saw aunt, and closed the main door after uncle left.Aunty’s eyes were moistened and she was bit sad. I sat beside her andkissed her again and asked whats the matter. She said Javara, I am veryvery happy. Jill had them trained. I could un-train them and pay for it with three disappointed, potentially rebellious kids or I could bite the bullet and figure out something they could do that would still allow me to remain sane. Let's face it. The kitchen is probably the most dangerous room in the house. Preparing your average meal offers more opportunities for accidents than most people realize. Burns, cuts, scrapes, having something slip and crash into a foot, you name it. And there's always taking. "So you think we're being unfair to you?", she said, as she handed me the speeding ticket."Well...no officer...I'm sure I must be mistaken about my speed, and I'll be sure to watch the limit carefully from now on." The other woman was holding her flashlight looking at my license plate carefully. She came around to the front next to the other officer and motioned her back to speak. The two whispered for a short time and the one who had given me the ticket nodded her head. She came back to. "Chrissie boiled with the urge to defend Justin, but thought better of it. 'Methinks she protest too much' she heard ringing through her mind."Your father was the same," Sharon went on, "they're not family men, you see. That's what you need, someone who'll stay around and not... not fuck anything... that's..." her Mother subsided.Chrissie had adored her father. He'd left the house when she was just 13. At the back of her mind she knew it was all because of her. Her mother had not been able to.