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Tim's view
I entered the house with the boys and Lenore following behind me, only to smell something burning. I automatically knew then that Jill was home and was trying to cook supper.
"Jill, Honey," I called. "We need to talk."
Jill came around the corner then, her eyes narrowing when she spotted Lenore. "What's she doing here?" She demanded.
Lenore shrunk back some, trying to hide behind Brad. She cast me a look, as if to say, "I told you so."
"She's here because her arm's broken," I replied.
"What's that have to do with anything?" Jill rejoined.
"She's staying here until her arm is out of the cast," I answered.
"WHAT!?!?!" Jill exclaimed, none to happy. "I DON'T THINK SO TIM!"
I glanced over at Lenore, and the boys. "Why don't you guys go upstairs and play video games for now," I suggested. "I call you for supper, alright?"
They nodded, and Brad and Randy quickly ushered Lenore upstairs, with Mark following not too far behind them. "I won't stand to have that-that URCHIN in my house!" Jill yelled. "She's filthy and a bad influence on the boys!"
"She's not a bad influence," I replicated. "Also, she's only filthy because she lives on the streets, where there's no baths or anything. And so what, if she's an orphan? Every child has the right to be loved. You've said so yourself."
Jill glared at me. "Tim, you KNOW how I feel about her."
"And YOU know how the rest of us feel about her," I shot-back. "She has to stay here, because someone responsible has to hold onto her painkillers for her."
"But-"
"Jill, for once, I'm putting my foot down. She's staying and that's final," I stated firmly. "We'd be in the wrong to leave a hurt child out there on the streets, with pain-killers that could kill her, if she were to take one too many."
"I knew she'd be trouble from the moment you bought her that damn bottle of water!" Jill retorted. "I just KNEW it."
"If you don't like it, go visit your mother," I told her simply. "And, no, you're not taking the boys with you. They've school."
"This is MY house Tim!"
"Yours? Excuse me, but I think 'I' built it, not you."
"Yeah, and amazingly you didn't blow it up like you do everything else," Jill snapped.
"Regardless of whose house this is, Lenore IS staying here with us, whether you like or not, Jill," I informed her. "She IS just a child, who needs to know there's SOME sort of stability in her life."
"You know Tim, there are some days why I wondered why I DID marry you, and not someone else."
"That's harsh Jill, really harsh."
"Yeah, well, Lenore staying here is harsh, Tim."
"You know what? Just-whatever," I said, not wanting to argue with her over it anymore. "I'm gonna go check on the kids."
"And make sure that urchin hasn't stolen anything," she riposted. "For all we know she's lifting our things to pawn off."
I gritted my teeth together. "Lenore ISN'T like that."
"And how would YOU know that Tim?" Jill interrogated. "Hmm? Oh, because you've spent all those afternoons with her, working on the Hot-rod? Pff. I don't think so. That's not how you judge a street rat. Just because they love cars doesn't mean they're little angels."
"I never said she WAS a perfect Angel, but at least I know she's not a complete devil."
"She's the devil in disguise," Jill responded, going back to her burnt offerings. "Oh, and if she wants food, she can eat this."
"She'll eat whatever the rest of us are eating," I growled, before leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs.
A.N.: Well, hope yah liked this chapter. Sorry it's short & kinda choppy. Plz R & R! Thanx! *Hugs* Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!
Tim's view
I entered the house with the boys and Lenore following behind me, only to smell something burning. I automatically knew then that Jill was home and was trying to cook supper.
"Jill, Honey," I called. "We need to talk."
Jill came around the corner then, her eyes narrowing when she spotted Lenore. "What's she doing here?" She demanded.
Lenore shrunk back some, trying to hide behind Brad. She cast me a look, as if to say, "I told you so."
"She's here because her arm's broken," I replied.
"What's that have to do with anything?" Jill rejoined.
"She's staying here until her arm is out of the cast," I answered.
"WHAT!?!?!" Jill exclaimed, none to happy. "I DON'T THINK SO TIM!"
I glanced over at Lenore, and the boys. "Why don't you guys go upstairs and play video games for now," I suggested. "I call you for supper, alright?"
They nodded, and Brad and Randy quickly ushered Lenore upstairs, with Mark following not too far behind them. "I won't stand to have that-that URCHIN in my house!" Jill yelled. "She's filthy and a bad influence on the boys!"
"She's not a bad influence," I replicated. "Also, she's only filthy because she lives on the streets, where there's no baths or anything. And so what, if she's an orphan? Every child has the right to be loved. You've said so yourself."
Jill glared at me. "Tim, you KNOW how I feel about her."
"And YOU know how the rest of us feel about her," I shot-back. "She has to stay here, because someone responsible has to hold onto her painkillers for her."
"But-"
"Jill, for once, I'm putting my foot down. She's staying and that's final," I stated firmly. "We'd be in the wrong to leave a hurt child out there on the streets, with pain-killers that could kill her, if she were to take one too many."
"I knew she'd be trouble from the moment you bought her that damn bottle of water!" Jill retorted. "I just KNEW it."
"If you don't like it, go visit your mother," I told her simply. "And, no, you're not taking the boys with you. They've school."
"This is MY house Tim!"
"Yours? Excuse me, but I think 'I' built it, not you."
"Yeah, and amazingly you didn't blow it up like you do everything else," Jill snapped.
"Regardless of whose house this is, Lenore IS staying here with us, whether you like or not, Jill," I informed her. "She IS just a child, who needs to know there's SOME sort of stability in her life."
"You know Tim, there are some days why I wondered why I DID marry you, and not someone else."
"That's harsh Jill, really harsh."
"Yeah, well, Lenore staying here is harsh, Tim."
"You know what? Just-whatever," I said, not wanting to argue with her over it anymore. "I'm gonna go check on the kids."
"And make sure that urchin hasn't stolen anything," she riposted. "For all we know she's lifting our things to pawn off."
I gritted my teeth together. "Lenore ISN'T like that."
"And how would YOU know that Tim?" Jill interrogated. "Hmm? Oh, because you've spent all those afternoons with her, working on the Hot-rod? Pff. I don't think so. That's not how you judge a street rat. Just because they love cars doesn't mean they're little angels."
"I never said she WAS a perfect Angel, but at least I know she's not a complete devil."
"She's the devil in disguise," Jill responded, going back to her burnt offerings. "Oh, and if she wants food, she can eat this."
"She'll eat whatever the rest of us are eating," I growled, before leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs.
A.N.: Well, hope yah liked this chapter. Sorry it's short & kinda choppy. Plz R & R! Thanx! *Hugs* Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!