A/N: Ok, this is another short one. I had a hard time writing from Dawn's point of viewfor some reason, andi want to get on to the reunion, so I hurried this one along a bit. Hope you all enjoy it!

And just because we haven't one of theses for a while: Disclaimer - All characters which appear in the BSC series aren't mine.

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Dear Dawn

How are you and the children? I'm looking forward to the reunion. It'll be almost like old times, all the club together and us staying with Dad and Sharon. I must say Kristy's getting very stressed over the whole thing. She was practically in hysterics over the phone the other day. Something to do with Mallory backing out on her.

I put Mary Anne's letter to one side and sighed. I really didn't care about Kristy and her hysterics. I had much worse things to worry about. Firstly, something was eating our vegetables. At this rate, we were going to have to buy them from the organic shop in town, which I had discovered last year had used pesticides on their crop. Actually, I reflected, we wouldn't be able to buy them from there. After my protest, the owner had told me never to "darken the door of his shop again." Ok, maybe setting the shop on fire wasn't the best way to show my anger over the sprays. But he completely over reacted. It's not like I did any long-lasting damage. It looks totally good as new now that he's rebuilt the front wall.

Secondly, I had discovered River eating a Twinkie yesterday. I guess all my lectures about rotting his teeth, destroying his brain, and being used by corporations didn't really sink in. Next thing I know he'll be eating at McDonalds.

My reflections were interrupted when my best friend Sunny came in. She and her son Skip have been living with me for a couple of months now. She had some issues with her landlord. She says she's going to find a new place, but so far she hasn't. I don't really mind. It's nice having some adult company. Since Stormiee Skye's father left 2 years ago I've lived alone with my son River, who's four, and my daughter Stormiee Skye, who's three. I used to work as a nanny, but now I live on money from River's father, who's a lawyer. I never see him, but he sends his check every month. I think he's worried that if he doesn't I'll go tell his wife about me.

"So," Sunny began, leaning against the doorframe. "You'll be gone for a week, right?"

"Yeah. If I'm going all the way across the country, I might as well make it worthwhile."

She nodded. "Figured out what's eating the carrots yet?" I wasn't surprised by her switch in topic. She never stayed on one topic for long.

"No," I replied. "But I'm more worried about the Twinkie incident."

Sunny shrugged. "It's just a phase," she assured me. "Skip went through a period of junk food. Once I told him about what additives, preservatives and sugar do to your body he stopped. He's never been near a Twinkie since."

"I've already told him about the additives and stuff," I protested. "He says if he doesn't eat too much, nothing will happen to him."

"Well who did he hear that from?" Sunny asked. "You home school them, everyone he spends time with shares our views…except…" She said slowly.

"Mary Anne and Richard." I said flatly. She nodded.

"Just tell them you don't appreciate them meddling with your parenting." Sunny suggested. "It's not like they're blood relatives or anything. They don't really have a right to contradict what you tell your children."

I gritted my teeth. Why did my family not have any faith in my ability to bring up my children?