"I don't think I'm going to be able to keep on sitting for you, Brock."David was saying.
"What?"
"Well, I haven't slept all this time. Plus the cooking, breaking up fights and all that, let's just say, I need a break."
"Don't you think I need a break?"asked Brock.
"You're going to have to find some other way to get a break, because I need one, too."
Brock just stared at him.
"You said you'd help me."
"It's getting got be too much work."David simply said.
"You can't quit on me now!"
"I have to. I'm just overwhelmed. Maybe after a day or two."
Brock sighed.
"But then you'll look after them again?"asked Brock.
"Yeah, I will. But I really need a break."
Brock nodded.
"Right. So, just for two days."
"Oh, yes. Those two days should do wonders, believe me."David said.
The next day, Brock had no choice but to take them to Ms.Balmaceda's house.
"Make sure you stay as quiet as possible."
"We don't like David anymore."
"He's mean."
"Never mind. Just make sure you stay quiet."
Crystal came into the kitchen, as she did often these days.
"Wha…?"
"Oh, hello."
Brock dropped the dish he was holding, and it shattered into a million pieces on the floor.
"What are all these brats doing here?"she asked.
"We're Brock's brothers and sisters."Tommy volunteered.
"Tommy!"
"I thought they were your neighbor's brats."said Crystal.
"What's a brat?"
"Uh, well, they like to think of me as an older brother."
"They say kids always tell the truth!"exclaimed Crystal.
"You know how little kids are."
Crystal frowned.
"Okay, who's telling the truth? You, or the brat?"
"Uh, me. You can't believe a little kid. I mean, he's only um, eight years old!"
"Perhaps that's just why I should believe him. Lily!"
Lily came into the kitchen.
"You know Brock don't you?"asked Crystal.
"Yes."
"Who exactly are these children?"she asked.
Lily didn't know what to say.
"I want the truth! If I find out you lied to me, it could cost you your job. I'm serious!"
"Well, they're his younger sibling."she said quietly.