” I snarled. “And no, I can’t.”“Yes, you are my baby.” She replied. “You’ve always been my baby. Ever since I came over here and y...ur mom let me hold you. You were only a couple of weeks old. You’ve been my baby ever since, and you always will be.” I had seen the picture of that day. I looked like a red raisin, peering up at the little blonde toddler, my beady little eyes locked with her angelic blue ones.“No.” I told her with finality. “Get out of here.”I heard her sniffle a little. . Yann was wearing it in brown. A guy I didn't recognize was watching Yann bend over instead of watching the instructions Yann was giving."We get a new uniform?" I asked."No." Yann laughed, standing and turning to me. "But I think everyone did get this set. Boss this is the gardener, Ian. Ian, this is Mr. Jons." G'day, sir." Ian looked up with a start - like he forgot where he was. Still, he smiled and offered his hand. He was an Aussie beauty; brown hair, streaked blond by the sun and skin. "I took the plate with the two cinnamon rolls on it and put it on the kitchen table, then started a pot of coffee. I went to the freezer and put the rest of the cinnamon buns on a plate and put them in the microwave, not turning it on yet.Jack came in and sat down at the table, grabbing one of the rolls. The coffee maker went through its dying gurgles and I poured a couple of cups for us. I put them on the table and Jack said, "Do you want this last roll?" Go ahead. I'll zap the rest of them."I. Jamal looked seriously at her as if he was phased by her tirade, and then he walked over to her until he was a couple of feet from her. “First of all, I’m sorry about your husband, I was way outta line,” he said letting his voice dip as though out of some deep remorse. “Second of all, I call you that because you’re the prettiest woman in the whole neighborhood, and that is a proven fact,” he affirmed pointing his index finger at her. Shirley blushed in spite of herself but before she could say.