Operation Get Rid of Mom's New Boyfriend
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late for my da-” Sammi was on the edge of a cliff and felt like she
had just almost slipped and fell, plummeting into the jaws of
death. Which, in this case, would be her daughters’ accusing and
menacing interrogation. Then she suddenly caught her balance. “I
don’t want to be late for my plans.”
    Tired of beating around the
bush, and not used to being a girl of few words, Kennedy boldly
spoke up. “Just what are these pl-?”
    “ Out!” Sammi said sharply,
cutting Kennedy off. “Out of here…uh...while I…uh,” Sammi tried to
lower her tone and sweeten it a bit. “Get washed up…you know. Mommy
wants to be nice and clean.” She tried to smile, but the tension in
her jaws wouldn’t allow it.
    The girls did not
budge.
    Sammi pointed toward the
door for the girls to exit. She hadn’t meant to be so snappy, but
she knew where the girls’ interrogation was leading to, which was
nowhere she wanted to go…not yet. She quickly regained her
composure and managed to paint at least a half of a smile on her
face. “Like I said, I need to get washed up and
dressed.”
    Reluctantly, arms crossed
again with tight lips and a dissatisfied look on her face, Kennedy
said, “Come on, girls. Let’s split.”
    One by one, the Soul
Sisters began to exit the bathroom just as they had entered,
closing the door behind them.
    “ Plans in the middle of the
week?” Kennedy spat as they stood in their mother’s bedroom. “Who
does she take us for? Marsha, Jan and Cindy Brady?”
    “ Yeah, does she think we’re
three kids who don’t know what she’s up to?” Daryn
added.
    After thinking about it for
a minute, Joy replied, “But that’s exactly what we are; three kids
who don’t know what she’s up to, because we couldn’t get her to
fess up about these so-called plans of hers.”
    Kennedy sighed. “Yeah, I’m
afraid the little dumb one is right. We are three kids who don’t
know what our mother is up to.” Kennedy headed out of her mother’s
bedroom, feeling defeated. “Let’s go eat dinner…our burnt pizza
awaits us.”
    Daryn and Joy followed
Kennedy out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the kitchen.
They sat and ate dinner in silence. This was the first time ever
that the Soul Sisters had all been in the same room and there was
complete silence. Their minds were too concerned with their mother
and her so called “plans.”
    There was no arguing,
shouting or fussing. As a matter of fact, it was so quiet down in
the kitchen that they could hear their mother scooting around and
getting dressed upstairs. After a few minutes, Sammi finally made
her way down the steps and into the kitchen where they were now
cleaning up their mess from dinner. There wasn’t much of a mess
though. The pizza had only been half eaten. The girls just didn’t
have much of an appetite.
    Coming down the stairs,
Sammi had been looking down at her outfit-making sure nothing was
out of place. When she landed at the bottom of the steps, she was
shocked to look up and see the girls all sitting at the
table…quietly.
    “ Girls, you scared me!”
Sammi placed her hand on her chest. “It was so quiet that I thought
for sure…” her words trailed off when she saw the both
disappointing and questioning looks on her daughters’ faces. Their
eyes were like little, beady bullets, and she was the target. It
was time for her to get out of there before they started shooting
at her again. They’d already practically wounded her upstairs
during her bath.
    “ Kennedy, you leave your
homework on the kitchen table and I’ll check it after I get back in
tonight,” Sammi said, walking over to her purse that sat on the
counter. “Daryn and Joy, I’ll take a look at yours in the morning.”
She began taking things out of her purse to put into the little
black clutch she was holding. The little black clutch matched the
little black dress she was wearing.
    Kennedy looked her mother
up and down, admiring how sophisticated she looked. Her
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