She was going to be an auntat the age of fourteen, and Richard... should have his fourteenthbirthday before the baby was due, she reckoned. A baby. No... a doll or apet but a genuine, squalling, milk-drinking human baby, a baby whowould... "Your kid is going to be so happy," Zoe said. Wait, wasn't therea specific, negative word for this? Susie had used it once, people hadthought she was... oh right, 'spoiled'. Zoe wouldn't say that wordherself, especially around Susie. "That kid is going to get. She then pulled out a bottle of nail polish, the same color as the week before, and proceeded in painting those few spots that were a bit chipped, not removing, brushing, polishing and painting as she usually did. She put the cap on the bottle, looked me in the eyes and started talking. ‘Now, your nails are done… and there’s plenty of time to get your skinny butt to that exhibition!’ I shook my head and felt my shoulders tensing, frustrated because I knew that even if I might pride myself at. " There was a supplier who had been after my business for sometime, but I had chosen to stay with the supplier that my dad had always used. Then the supplier that wanted my business offered me prices that I just couldn't turn down. With all the running around that I was doing, bidding on jobs, assigning crews and the like, I didn't pay much attention to the on the job details and the first I knew that I had a problem was when customers called and started complaining that things were falling. They rolled up the windows, climbed out and headed to the bus. The doors swung open just as they approached. “Well hello ladies,” said a smiling Marcus and looking at Nicole, “who do we have here?”Climbing the stairs of the bus, Lauren said, “This is my teammate, Nicole. I hope you don’t mind.”“Oh not at all,” said Marcus as he admired her long dark legs and she stepped past. “Three’s even better,” he thought to himself.They walked the center aisle to the rear of the bus where it opened up with.