After taking time to try to regain some of her meager composure, she went over to her closet door and pawed through her purse. After neglecting to find what she wanted she fell back down on her bed.
Absently scratching at the hives that had chosen to surface on her arm, she contemplated her punishment. If she was lucky, she had to write an apology. If she wasn't lucky, she had to verbally deliver the apology.
Meanwhile, on her way back to the apartment, Dana was stopped by her neighbor, Arielle Lessew.
"Dana, Ryan and I are going to Roswell for a few hours tomorrow. I was wondering if Elizabeth could babysit?"
Seeing Elizabeth's "penance", she assured her that Elizabeth would be there
tomorrow.
" You're kidding me right?"
"No."
"Tyler 'The Terror' Lessew?"
"Yes."
"Mom, have ticked you off in a way more than usual?"
"No."
"How many hours?"
"Four."
"Four?"
"Yes, Four."
"Why not Monica and John's little guy? He's sweet, well-behaved, doesn't feel the need to attack baby sitters with frying pans."
"'You will be there tomorrow at noon."
"Yes ma'am."