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Two Week Later . . .
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Shego and Mego were both staring in a hypnotized fashion at the TV. They were watching Sesame Street . . . in Spanish. Shego had already taught herself to count to twenty in Spanish. Mego was just learning ten. They both loved the show so much they really couldn't care what language they watched it in. "Yay! Big bird!" Mego applauded as the happy yellow bird danced around the screen. Shego giggled and clapped in agreement. "I like Elmo better." Shego informed her brother as she hugged her tickle-me-Elmo. The doll laughed gleefully as it was supposed to. But Shego always found it more entertaining the next time she squeezed it. Then the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Shego yelled stumbling to her feet to see whoever was at the door.
Margie set down Wego 2 into the sink and turned the water off. "You stay right there." Margie instructed as she rushed towards the door. Hego stood there guarding his two brothers so no harm could come to them. Shego was already pulling on the door knob. "Honey, it's locked." Margie said as she twisted the handle.
A tall boney elderly woman stood in the doorway. Her withered hands were decorated with chunky, tacky trinkets. Her hair was red (very poorly dyed) and was crowned with some snowy white highlights; the woman's curly hair draped loosely over one shoulder ending at her breast. She was a sharp woman dressed head to toe in a gold suit. Over her shoulder was a small brown backpack. Margie looked a bit surprised to see such a peculiar visitor, she tried to keep calm. The visitor was obviously not from around this turf. "Hello?"
The woman shook Margie's sopping hand firmly. "Yo. I'm Estella Hart. Sup?" Margie looked appalled. "What do you want?" Margie kept her other hand rested on the door. The woman sighed. "Mrs. Hart. The mother of Benjamin Hart and the Grandmother of the munchkins."
As soon as Mego and Shego heard the word "munchkins" they lost interest in Sesame Street. "Grandma!" Mego was fist to leap into the woman's open arms. Margie sighed in relief and dropped her hand. "Please come in, Ms. Hart. I only wish it were on different circumstances." The woman didn't seem the least bit dismayed by the mention of her son. "That's life kid." She remarked absently. "My, my! You're becoming quite a young lady Shego!" She ruffled Shego's soft hair. "You must be tired from your trip. I'll go get some drinks." Margie offered heading back into the kitchen, "Don't worry about me hun. Just go home and get yourself some rest. Estella has got everything under control here."
Margie looked a little worried about leaving the children with this lunatic woman. But she seemed responsible enough. And she WAS Estella Hart. Margie smiled and bid the children goodbye before heading back to her home for some well deserved R + R.
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(Notes: Sorry this chapter was so short! I have to also update my other story and do a report on an evil Military Dictator!!!! Fun. . . I think I'll do Saddam Hussein.)
Two Week Later . . .
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Shego and Mego were both staring in a hypnotized fashion at the TV. They were watching Sesame Street . . . in Spanish. Shego had already taught herself to count to twenty in Spanish. Mego was just learning ten. They both loved the show so much they really couldn't care what language they watched it in. "Yay! Big bird!" Mego applauded as the happy yellow bird danced around the screen. Shego giggled and clapped in agreement. "I like Elmo better." Shego informed her brother as she hugged her tickle-me-Elmo. The doll laughed gleefully as it was supposed to. But Shego always found it more entertaining the next time she squeezed it. Then the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Shego yelled stumbling to her feet to see whoever was at the door.
Margie set down Wego 2 into the sink and turned the water off. "You stay right there." Margie instructed as she rushed towards the door. Hego stood there guarding his two brothers so no harm could come to them. Shego was already pulling on the door knob. "Honey, it's locked." Margie said as she twisted the handle.
A tall boney elderly woman stood in the doorway. Her withered hands were decorated with chunky, tacky trinkets. Her hair was red (very poorly dyed) and was crowned with some snowy white highlights; the woman's curly hair draped loosely over one shoulder ending at her breast. She was a sharp woman dressed head to toe in a gold suit. Over her shoulder was a small brown backpack. Margie looked a bit surprised to see such a peculiar visitor, she tried to keep calm. The visitor was obviously not from around this turf. "Hello?"
The woman shook Margie's sopping hand firmly. "Yo. I'm Estella Hart. Sup?" Margie looked appalled. "What do you want?" Margie kept her other hand rested on the door. The woman sighed. "Mrs. Hart. The mother of Benjamin Hart and the Grandmother of the munchkins."
As soon as Mego and Shego heard the word "munchkins" they lost interest in Sesame Street. "Grandma!" Mego was fist to leap into the woman's open arms. Margie sighed in relief and dropped her hand. "Please come in, Ms. Hart. I only wish it were on different circumstances." The woman didn't seem the least bit dismayed by the mention of her son. "That's life kid." She remarked absently. "My, my! You're becoming quite a young lady Shego!" She ruffled Shego's soft hair. "You must be tired from your trip. I'll go get some drinks." Margie offered heading back into the kitchen, "Don't worry about me hun. Just go home and get yourself some rest. Estella has got everything under control here."
Margie looked a little worried about leaving the children with this lunatic woman. But she seemed responsible enough. And she WAS Estella Hart. Margie smiled and bid the children goodbye before heading back to her home for some well deserved R + R.
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(Notes: Sorry this chapter was so short! I have to also update my other story and do a report on an evil Military Dictator!!!! Fun. . . I think I'll do Saddam Hussein.)