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Tales of December
a story by Ryeloza
Dan: December 8, 1989
For the fifth time in the past hour, Dan cursed in his head and mumbled a promise under his breath that he'd get his little sister back for this. She had been the one to volunteer for this babysitting gig. She had been the one so excited for tonight. Then this afternoon she'd run up to him at school whining about a emergency German club meeting that he was fairly certain she was making up. Did the German club really have emergency meetings? Especially on Fridays? She'd been vehement though and when she'd promised him an additional twenty bucks for the night he agreed.
Now he wished he hadn't.
First of all, once five o'clock hit and Karen still wasn't home, Jenny had begun to whine that she was hungry. Then she kept insisting that Aunt Karen had promised her that she could help cook dinner. Maybe the fact that the promised dinner was tater tots and French toast should have tipped him off that Jenny was fibbing, but Dan thought the menu sounded appealing. He'd also thought that it would be easy. He was an idiot.
He rang out the dishrag he was using again, although he was fairly sure that wiping the counter was only smearing the combination of eggs, syrup and powdered sugar around. Jenny sat on the floor eating her dinner; she was covered head-to-toe with syrup and looked sticky to the touch. For the moment she was happy, though, so that was one less thing he had to worry about. Instead he could concentrate the many, many ways he would spend the rest of his life getting back at Karen.
From the floor, Jenny wrapped her arms around his leg and hugged him tightly. Dan remained unmoved and shook his head. "Nope," he muttered. "Never again, Jenny. Never again."