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When L C looked toward the front of the store she saw Raymond Stanhouser standing, elbows aggressively akimbo, watching everything. He looked handsome and protective standing there. She wondered what he might do were she to be arrested for kidnapping as the nanny hoped.
Mother could be right. Maybe she should go out with him. He had some good points. Unlike her father, he liked dogs. Daddy hated dogs. Never let her have one as a child and after seeing movies like Beverly Hills Chihuahua and Legally Blonde she decided to own one.
She lived with her mother which was fine, she loved her mother. She loved her father too, but since the divorce, her father lived with one bimbo after another. It was painful when she was a teenager and custody was a question. Now she was twenty she did not have to put up with it. She told her father, “You want to see me? Make a date for dinner. I’ll be there.” That was not likely to happen. He would tell her to leave the damn chihuahua at home and she would tell him she never left home without it. Not true, but she had a stubborn streak.
At least her mother found another man and stuck with him. Her stepfather, who never seemed to be able to say a full sentence without throwing in a word about how good he was to her.
Lately she began to think about moving out and living under a bridge. A person can take just so much of being reminded that every bite of food you eat was purchased by someone else’s hard earned dollar.
She did bookwork for “Just Bain Me” where her aunt worked. It was the most prestigious beauty salon in town and busy all the time, but did not require a full time book keeper. It wasn’t a lot, but it was money.
Mrs. Langlin drove up in a car so new it looked like it was still parked on the showroom floor. Guinevere was giggling happily in L C’s embrace. Seeing her mother, Guinevere sprang out of L C’s arms so fast she seemed to fly.
The policeman spoke quietly to Mrs. Langlin who nodded. She told her daughter, “Honey I’m going to have to talk business, okay?”
Guinevere looked around at her nanny, who held her arms out with a huge, loving smile on her face. L C, in a spiteful mood, silently mouthed the name “Zena.” Guinevere smiled and reached for L C and Mrs. Langlin passed her over. As she did so she gave one speculative look from L C to the nanny and back again.
The policeman took Mrs Langlin aside. They spoke softly for several minutes. The nanny acted nervous. L C wondered why they chatted so intently for so long.
When they returned L C looked at Judy Langlin. She had been in the middle of getting her hair done, her hair was blotched as though the color had only half taken. It was a testament to how much she valued her daughter that a woman in her social position would step outside looking like that. Operating on instinct L C said, “You may know my Aunt Emerald. She works for Jessica Bain.”
Mrs. Langlin smiled broadly. “She is the only person besides Jessica I ever allow to touch my hair. And she has that adorable parakeet.” She turned to Guinevere, looking intently into the child’s face, “Why were you running, Honey?”
She pointed to her nanny. “She hates me.” She said quietly.
Within a half hour L C had the job of nanny, was scheduled to take CPR classes, get a passport, and was riding little Guinevere on her shoulders across the parking lot.
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