“Her mom is coming over. She’ll be here in about five minutes.”“Abbie would you stay with Rachel for a moment?” I asked.She nodded and my wi...es followed me out of the kitchen and around the corner.“What’s going on?” Jessica asked.“Carla obviously has Rachel convinced I’m her dad. I’m guessing they live somewhere close, maybe in one of the apartment complexes south of Hyde Park Avenue. What concerns me is that Rachel knew where to come. That’s not just telling Rachel I’m her dad, but saying this. Guess he got scared of getting caught, so he jetted outta sight.I finally jumed up after a while. It was fuckin noon, and I was hungover, although I didn't think anyone suspected. Mom made us some ham and cheese sandwiches. Not much talking going on, cept Dustin finally asked “where are you going to sleep”? I replied to him with a glare that “thought about kicking you out of your room, and you can sleep on the couch lil b*o” Dustin leaps from the table and almost screaming “MOM”. Mom jumps in. More about her, she looked average with decent stats but her skin tone was fair enough to hit on her. So, she started coming to my house daily to learn the subject. I used to stay alone at that time as my dad got transferred to Chennai. It became a routine for me to teach her and drop her at her hostel after that. In the meantime, we became very close and we used to talk about many things.One day, it rained and Shruthi got drenched in the rain. She was in no mood to study and expressed her. "I know. I felt so bad for that, but we just didn't realize she couldn't handle her liquor."Ignoring her lame rationale, I continued, "So this is strike three. You know what happens after strike three in baseball, don't you, Ms. Allen?" You're out," she whispered. The tears, either real or fake to manipulate, began to form."Yes, you are out. And you can stop with the waterworks, they may have worked for you in the past, but it won't cut it with me."The tears stopped almost as quickly as they.