The Nanny is a copyright of Sony Pictures, High School Sweethearts, Sternin & Fraser's Ink, Inc. No infringement on the rights of anyone involved in its production is intended. These characters don't belong to me. I just borrowed them for a while.
Authors notes: My sister told me that a parent without a living will (well here in Alabama), if they die then the state gets the baby (babies) and all the property that they own so I got to thinking about a story line that would involve the nanny characters in that situation. So the birth of "a child to many." was born. Hope you enjoy it.
A child to many
Jan 06
"Get out of my house! Now." the door slammed. A teenage girl leaned her back against the side of the house out of view of her father and her younger sister. Her black hair wrapped around her ear was damp because of all the tears dripping down her face. "I knew they would never listen. I knew they would not love us. She rubbed her stomach. They just don't care. How could they?
They're too busy to even notice anything. She put her hands to her face and wept for a few minutes. "Fine." She stomped off. "They will be sorry." She left down the street and out of the neighborhood. "I have to find somewhere to live by myself alone. I don't need them." she sniffed. "But where to go? No one will give a thirteen year old a job and I have hardly any money."
Then a thought accrued to her. "Aunt Frannie will help me. I can always count on her." She turned on to the main street leading out of the town. "Now just where to find her." She sees a hamburger joint. "I better get something to eat for the night." After she orders, she sits down trying to think of where her aunt lived.
She remembers that when her mother talks to her aunt they always talk about a bridal shop. "That shouldn't be so hard to find here." Little did she know how many bridal shops there where out here? She went to ten bridal shops and nothing.
Still she didn't find the one that her aunt worked at but she wasn't going to give up. "Um…. Maybe." She thought, and then something dinged in her head, something very important. "I'm feeling that I'm looking in the wrong place. Mom mentioned something about Manhattan.
That's where I need to go but how?" She saw a coffee store. "I better look in the phonebook. There's got to be more bridal shops then what I remember. Bridal shops, bridal shops," she called as she scanned the book. "There it is. I'll never remember all of these." She looked around to make sure that no one was watching her. She slowly tore out the pages and left the store. She checked them off as she went. She went into almost every one of them.
She saw a bus stop just a head. "Manhattan here I come." She sat waiting for the bus when she saw an ad on the side of the bus. She read the sign. 'If you're looking for the best gowns around, go to Brides for Less. We have them all.'
She snapped her fingers, "That sounds like Aunt Frannie. That must be the place." She waved the bus to go on by and walked two blocks till she stood outside of Brides for Less. "It looks just like somewhere Aunt Frannie would work." The bell above the door rang. A women's voice could be heard from the back.
"I'll be right there. Look around."
"I…." The girl jumped some as Val came out with a rack of dresses.
"What can we do for you?" Val stared at the girl wondering why such a young girl would be in there without someone with her.
"I was looking for Au….I mean Fran Fine."
"Oh," Val hanged up a few dresses. "She doesn't work here anymore. Why did you need to see her? Can I help you with anything?"
"Oh um…." Val could see this person was still shy talking to her. "I'm her niece. I was just looking for her."
"Let me give you her home address."
"That will be great." Val went around the register counter and wrote something on a sheet of paper.
"I know that I'm not supposed to hand out that information but I don't think that it will hurt just this one time." There was a crash from the stockroom. "I better get back there and find out what that was. Here and good luck." She handed the teenager the paper and disappeared around the corner.
"Sheffield's house." The girl read as she left the bridal shop. "Sounds easy enough." She read the address to the cab driver. Fray mind: "That's where the Manhattan came in play. She lives there. She must have gotton married without telling anyone. I guess I was too young to remember the wedding." The cab pulled up to a townhouse.
"There, you are." She paid the driver and he left. She looked up at the place. "Well, this is the address that Val gave me." She had to blink a few times to make sure that this house was true. When it didn't go away, "Wow, look at it." Fray is amazed at the view from just the outside. "I wonder what it looks like on the inside. I just hope someone's home." Water was dripped from her hands, as she rang the bell.