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company to spice things up around here.”
    Kayla felt her lips curve into a
smile. “Thank you so much, Betsie Mae.”
    “ Chile, don’t even mention
it. Do good on your interview. Okay?”
    “ Yes, ma’am.” She ended the
call.
    Kayla grabbed CJ’s hand, then hastened
to his bedroom. Hands floundering over the clothes inside CJ’s
drawer while on her knees, CJ stood at the foot of his bed watching
her.
    “ Mommy has an interview
today,” she stated, hefting a blue shirt with a white fluffy dog on
the front of it from his drawer.
    Pulling him to her, she started
dressing him. She pulled a pair of jeans up over CJ’s hips, then
buttoned them. Lifting his arms in the air, she rolled the animal
shirt down over his head.
    Fully dressed, CJ’s bottom lip folded
under. “I don’t like this shirt, Mommy,” he whined. “I want to wear
the Spiderman shirt.” Pouting, he folded his arms over his little
chest.
    You always wear that darn
Spiderman shirt, CJ. “You can wear the
Spiderman shirt tomorrow? Okay?” Wanting to make him feel better
about the shirt he had on, Kayla caressed his arm.
    Disappointed, CJ stumped his foot and
frowned. “No, Mommy! No! I want to wear Spiderman
today!”
    The corner of Kayla’s mouth
twisted with agitation. “Don’t get feisty, CJ. You’re wearing this
shirt, and that’s it.” She picked CJ up, gently sat him on his bed,
then turned the television to the cartoon show Bubble Guppies. “Stay in here and
watch TV, okay? Mommy’s going to take a shower.”
    CJ nodded. “Okay. Bubble Guppies!” He
clapped his hands.
    Kayla rushed into her bedroom,
stripped off her clothing, and hopped in the shower. Letting the
warm water pelt her skin, she lathered her washcloth with soap. She
had no clue who this wealthy Mr. Spaulding was, but she sure hoped
he’d find it in his heart to give her the nanny
position.
    As she rubbed the soapy washcloth in
circles under her armpit, she squeezed her eyes together and
prayed.
    Please, God. Please, let
me get this job. I need it. Bad. You know my ex-husband barely
gives me enough money to take care of CJ. It’d be really nice if I
could make my own money so I don’t have to financially depend on
Carson. Lord, thank You for everything You do for CJ and me.
Amen.
    Kayla’s eyes sprang open. Hopefulness
warmed her heart. With her entire body covered in sudsy bubbles,
she turned her back toward the shower head and let the water rinse
her off. The water felt soothing against the hard knots in her
shoulders caused by her cheap, selfish ex.
    “ I have to get this job.
God, I’m so nervous.”
    Kayla stepped from the
shower onto the cool tile, grabbed the towel from the rack, and
toweled herself off. She spied the time on the clock. Good Lord! She’d been in
the shower thinking about Carson, and time had flown by just that
quickly.
    Standing nude in front of the mirror,
she removed her shower cap and began brushing the tangles out of
her straight hair. After she applied her makeup, she threw on a
plain grey dress that stopped right above her knees.
    I look awfully plain.
Boring. I wish I had a navy blue suit or something fancier to wear.
What the heck do nannies wear on interviews anyway? Shoot, if I
don’t hurry up and get out of here, I’m going to be
late.
    Kayla grabbed her black bag off her
bed, snatched her keys off the dresser, and rushed out of her room.
Scurrying down the hallway, her hip accidentally bumped into the
desk pressed against the wall. A picture of her grandparents went
flying to the floor. When she bent down to pick it up, the back
slid off, exposing a picture of her grandfather and some man
standing on a boat dock, fishing.
    Placing the broken frame
back on the table, Kayla flipped over the photo of the man to find
a name in her grandfather’s signature scribbled on the
back—Russell. Who’s Russell? He never
spoke about a Russell to me. Mmmph. Must be a new
friend.
    In a rush, she burst inside
CJ’s sports-themed,