Snapshots of a Small-Town Life
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. Also, Bridgewater and Greyston County are fictional locations and the original characters that inhabit them are also fictional. Any resemblance they may bear to actual places is purely coincidental.
Rating: K
Chapter 14Jenny licked her finger and used it to mop up the last crumbs of her sandwich. Having ensured that not a scrap was wasted she reached for the photos.
"Uh-uh. Wash your hands first young lady," Sara told her firmly.
"Aww, mom!" Exasperated by the parental obsession with cleanliness Jenny picked up both plates and walked over to the sink.
"Be grateful I don't make you wear latex gloves," Sara retorted, memories of her lab days still foremost in her mind.
"What?" Rose asked, stopping on the threshold as the back door swung shut behind her, having heard only the final phrase in their exchange. "Nevermind. Mom, you are so weird sometimes."
"Mm-hum. I'm your mother: that's my job. You're home early."
Rose shrugged. "They decided to close the pool early so they could clean it, which, by the way, they should have done weeks ago" – Rose had a summer job as a lifeguard at the local swimming pool – "so they sent us home early." She draped herself affectionately over her mother's shoulders. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Looking at old photos." Jenny sidled up to her mother and leaned against her side, reluctant to share the rare luxury of one-on-one quality time.
"Cool." Rose stopped leaning on Sara and took a seat at the table. Jenny also sat down, scooting in closer to their mother.
"Do you want to choose the next envelope Rose?" she offered. "She can, can't she mom?"
Sara smiled, knowing that with the two of them there her filing system was destined to disintegrate into chaos. "Sure, no problem."
"Cool." Rose smiled brightly. "I pick… this one."