I know this is short, but Prologues are supposed to be...I think? Whatever. I'm changing the ages -- let's just make everyone younger, because for this story to work, George and Nora must be married by the time Marti is just about two years old. You'll find out later.
Disclamer: Don't own 'em. Duh.
IMPORTANT: Please DO NOT write your guesses as to where this story is going in a review, I want it to be suspensful. You guys are probably going to get it, just please don't ruin it for the others. Thanks!
"Hey Smarti!" Derek said and scooped up a giggling Marti. They made their way out of the daycare center at which two-year-old Marti was currently enrolled. When Marti first came to the school, her teacher remarked passingly on how Marti loved to play pretend so much. She would run straight to the dress-up bins when dropped off. The teachers were always interested in what she would be today. She seemed to love to be "real" things -- when other girls were unicorns or princesses, Marti was a firefighter or a policewoman.
Marti was such a happy child. She laughed and jumped all the time. She was also a messy girl -- she left her toys out and all over the place.
If all these things were true, then when Marti began showing signs of different and sometimes totally opposite behavior, what did the MacDonald/Venturi family think of it?