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to do that or anything else. You don't wish to have anything to do with Tyler, Katie or me, and I'm granting you that wish. Now leave!" I snapped and got back to work. My apartment door opened, and Tyler was looking past me. I knew who he was looking at.
    I finally let the car down and put the last of the tools away in my trunk, while Trent and Tyler continued to stare at each other. I was dragging the jack back to my neighbor's home, when Tyler snapped out of it and ran over to me. "Momma," he grabbed my leg, almost making me fall. I took a deep breath, keeping my cool. It would be wrong to kill his father in front of him, wouldn't it?
    I knocked on the neighbor's door, "Hey, Al, I'm done with everything," I called.
    Al opened his door and tapped his cigar in a bucket next to it. "Did you have any trouble with the filter?" he asked taking the jack handle.
    "Nah, I got 'er done," I teased causing him to smile. He walked back out with me by the car and collected the stands and roller board. I told Al thanks again and was relieved to see Trent was nowhere in sight.
    "Are you ready to go to the park, Tyler?" He nodded yes. "Just let me change my shirt and wash my hands," I said, as I walked into my apartment. I stopped mid-stride, when I saw Trent standing in my living room. Tyler curled into me, and I took a deep breath, trying to cool my temper. "Hey, Tyler, why don't you go pick out which shirt mommy is going to wear to the park. I need to talk to Mr. Trent."
    Tyler was hesitant to leave me, but he rushed down the hall, once I gave him an encouraging nod. As soon as he was out of earshot, I attacked. "What in hell do you think you're doing in here? You think your niece is so cute that you suddenly want to play house? Well, no dice. These kids are mine!"
    He took a step back. "No, I, um, my mom, Maylene, she forgot something, a little black bag in her room, his room…I mean your kid's room."
    I nodded at him, pointing down the hall. "You can go get it."
    He went to Tyler's bedroom, and I went to the bathroom across the hall to keep an eye on him. I was washing my arms and hands, but watching as he looked around and finally found the bag. He didn't leave immediately, but actually walked over to Tyler's little toddler bed and shifted a couple of the stuff animals on it.
    Tyler was the one who busted him. "Dat's mine," he stood between his bed and Trent, blocking him from his toys.
    My red shirt was on the floor. "Is that the one you picked out for me?"
    Tyler didn't take his eyes off of Trent, but nodded yes.
    Of course, it was all the way on the damn ground. I had just spent way too much time on the ground. I planned on sitting at the park and not getting up for at least an hour. I guess Trent saw my dilemma, because he picked it up without me asking him to.
    "Did you find what she wanted?"
    "Yes, I did, thank you."
    "Dat's Maymay's!" Tyler yelled and kicked Trent hard in the shin.
    I pulled him back. "Maymay asked him to come get it for her. That's why he's here. Now say sorry for hurting Mr. Trent. He's just here to help Maymay."
    "Momma mad."
    "I'm not mad at you, honey."
    "No, Momma mad," he said pointing at Trent.
    "The kid must be a mind reader," I laughed.
    "Either that or your kid..."
    "Watch what you say, because it'll get back to your mother," I warned.
    "You're going to tattle on me?"
    "It's effective. Now leave," I ordered.
    Trent was the last person I wanted to have around, and I wasn't against playing dirty, so he'd have to keep his distance.

Chapter 5 – On Company, Good and Bad
     
    Over the next several weeks, Maylene was in and out, visiting with Tyler in between taking care of Meredith and Charlotte. I did find it odd that Trent always seemed to be the one dropping her off lately. Maylene said her car was in the shop, but I wondered if that was really true. He tended to linger and had gone as far as getting his mother's door every time. I think he was trying to prolong his stay by the way he would glance at