I tried to make this story as real as possible. Everything Rosaline does, I have had to do or do regularly cos its just what i do. That inclueds the punishments and such.

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"Boys! Supper time!" The southern accented young woman called from down the stairs. She paused as she waited for a reply, not receiving a single one, she tipped back her neck, only to gain some force so she could shout louder, "Boys! Supper is on the table!"

"We're not Hungry!" Riley barked from his bed. Huey was on the computer typing away.

"If you don't eat what I cook, you don't get to eat anything for the rest of the night!" She warned loudly. Huey stopped typing and side glanced at his brother. Riley felt his stomach growl and he just shrugged.

"She jus' tryn' ta get us to eat her nasty food," Riley smacked, "She aint gon' do nuthn!"

There was a pause, in that time, Huey's stomach let out its own growl. He looked at his hard headed younger brother and then at the door. The both of them had skipped lunch... seeing as it was tuna day at school. Could they really make it to breakfast the next morning if she wasn't bluffing? Hmmm

Meanwhile Rozalina was patiently waiting in her same spot, her foot tapping steadily as she waited. She hadn't been waiting for too long before a brown fuzzy head poked it's way out the bedroom, looking down at the latina southerner.

"Uh... Whatsya made ta eat?"

She smiled.

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"For Riley I have a bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich with extra mayo and cheddar cheese. Crust cut off," Rozalina boasted proudly setting the plate down in front of the younger Freeman brother. Riley's tongue nearly fell out of his mouth as he looked down at the very large bread covered dinner before him. Huey scoffed and turned his head away.

Great. Another swine eater. Blagh. Might as well just go back upstairs and live with the hunger for the rest of the evening.

"Sucka," Riley snickered.

"And for Huey," She continued, setting down a very green plate, "Boiled chicken breast, no skin, and a tossed asian salad with extra virgin olive oil,"

Huey and Riley looked at each other in amazement and then back at the young girl who sat herself down with her own plate of food, "And for me, one yummy roasted fish,"

The boys blinked at the one little scrawny looking peice of...fish on her plate. They looked at eachother but instead of asking about it, Riley started shoveling his sanwich into his mouth as fast as he could. Huey carefully watched as she made a very similar gesture he had recalled his mother making that involved touching her head, then her stomach and then both her shoulders, left, then right, with her right hand before placing them down at her lap.

"Ya aint got too much to eat there," Huey pointed out casually, not yet touching his food, "You on one of those crash diets?"

Her chocolate eyes popped open in surprise by his curtness, "What? Oh goodness, no," She laughed, cutting the meat with her fork, "I'm Catholic and today is the third Friday of lent. I can't eat meat, and the meals I do eat today have to be very small portions,"

"Uh... So fish isn't an animal anymore?" Huey questioned, his eyebrow raising.

She chuckled, placing a peice of fish into her mouth, "Aw no, Shah, ya see, back when the lenton season first became a practice; the rich and powerful people only ate the typical meats. Chicken, beef, goat, lamb... excetera. Anyway, the poor folk could only afford fish because most of them were fishermen," She explained casually and watched as he took his first bite of lettuce, "The lenton season is a time of equality. So every friday the rich and the poor become equal and are refused the expensive meats,"

"But seafood is horribley expensive," Huey pointed out, "Not really all about equality anymore, now is it?"

"Well, now it's more of a time of sacrifice," She continued, "Plus, I like traditions,"

Huey accepted her little lesson for what it was and took a small bite of his chicken. It was good. Really good.

"Shoot! Grandad neva does this!" Riley said with a big wod of food in his mouth, "Normally if someb'dy dun like it he jus' tells us ta get ova it. This is tite,"

Rozalina smiled, "Well, children can be picky about their food...I'd hate to make yall go hungry,"

Huey scoffed at the word "children" and continued taking small nibbles of his food. He wasn't about to argue but was still annoyed with how she just pegged him as some typical child. No way she could think he was as immature like any of her other past jobs.

He was popped out of his thoughts with the sound of the doorbell ringing. Huey jumped up, "That must be Caesar,"

"Huey, if you don't finish your supper you don't get dessert,"

"what?"

"What's good, Freemans!?" a very happy voice rang out. Caesar was soon made visible as he waltzed into the kitchen, his eyes popped wide open as he stood there in pure shock of the girl sitting at the kitchen table, "Woah! Who's that!?"

"Our babysitter," Huey muttered with the darkest malice he could muster. The thought of being babysat was so... well... humiliating.

"J-Lo is your baby sitter!?" Caesar exclaimed, obviously love struck, "Can I stay the night!? Please, man!"

Huey looked worried. He slammed a hand over Caesar's mouth and gave him a dirty look, "Caesar! Not all latinos look alike, ya know?! How racist are you?!"

Huey had expected anger to flare from the young woman at the table, but instead of hurt filled barks, Rozalina cackled, almost spitting out her drink. Her laughter rang out through the house hold. Caesar looked a little embarressed but Huey just looked puzzled. Why wasn't she infuriated with being classified like that?

"Oh...no, I'm not Jennifer Lopez," She smiled, her laughter dying down, "Don't feel too bad. We've all got big butts. You can stay the night if it's okay with your parents, that is if you're not too disapointed,"

"Th-thanks," Caesar managed, scratching the back of his head and biting his lip, "Uh... Should I go get my sleeping bag...or..."

"Well, why don't you stay for supper?" Rozalina suggested, "I think there's some left over stuff on the stove. Just pick whatever you'd like,"

Caesar couldn't help but smile as he went over to the stove to get himself some dinner. Huey didn't say a word, just sat down at his seat and tried to finish up the rest of his dinner. No matter how much he tried to deny how good it tasted, he just couldn't stop putting the food into his mouth.

"If you come over for dinner tomorrow just tell me what you like, kay?"

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"Dag! Your sitter is HOT!" Caesar moaned, "I mean... shoot! She's like... ya know!?"

"Aw man, I know it!" Riley agreed, rolling over in his bed, "Didja see ma samich!? It was like... seriously crazy, man! She een cut da crust off! I got to eat what I wanted widout hearin Huey bitch the whole time,"

"That's pretty awesome," Caesar whistled, "Where she from?"

"I dunno," Huey admitted, "She looks pretty authentic latino... but she talks like she's from Louisiana. She called me 'shah' like cousin Jericho and the others from New Orleans,"

"Uh oh," Riley snapped, "Ya mean she's a 'trina victim! Does Grandad know!? What she doin here!?"

"Well... she's one HAWT katrina victim,"

"I heard dat!"

"She's eight years OLDER than you!"

"Oh c'mon Huey, you HAFTA be gay if you don't think she's hot," Riley smacked. Huey just shrugged and rolled his eyes, turning his back towards his stupid younger brother.

"She just reminds me of someone, I guess," Huey pondered outloud, "I dunno... She's just weird,"

Suddenly, as if on cue, the door flew open and in walked the very girl they had been speaking of. She was dressed in an oversized tshirt and some shorts, a bundle of stuff in her arms.

"Anybody need anything?" She asked patiently, "I think it's gonna get cold tonight so I brought up some extra blankets and pillows,"

"Sweet!" Riley exclaimed, sitting up in the bed, "Grandad nevah brings us extra stuff! We always gotsta get it!"

She giggled and delicately placed the cotton quilt over the oldest Freeman's, already blanket covered, torso, bringing it up to his chin. This caused surprised and puzzled looks from the boys as she tucked the blanket in all tight around him, giving him pillow a good fluffing. But it wasn't until she lowered her face and placed a sweet little kiss on his forehead, before all of them were left in silent shock.

She did the same for the other two, running a hand over Riley's corn rows, before heading back for the door, "I'll be right next door in the guest room. If anybody needs anything at all, wake me on up. Goodnight boys,"

When the door closed shut, Riley blurted out, "She...she kissed us goodnight,"

Huey looked down at the thick blanket she had tucked him in with, why would she go out of her way to do this? Grandad had the nanny cam stored downstairs... Why was she being extra nice? She had nothing to gain from tucking them in like that.

"Huey! Mom used ta kiss us goodnight, huh?"

"Goodnight, Riley,"

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The next morning, the boys wondered down stairs, droopy eyed and yawning loudly. Rozalina was already wide awake in the kitchen. She was busy sizzling something that smelled quite tastey on the stove.

"Mornin," She smiled gently, shoving whatever she had on the stove onto a plate. Riley got pancakes loaded with syrup, bacon and scrambled eggs. Caesar got waffles with powdered sugar, sausage and a flakey biscuit. Huey was awarded with a plain pop tart, no icing, a cup off black coffee and a hard boiled egg.

"Aw yeah!" Riley exclaimed, going to town on his food.

Rosalina sat down and started eating her own omelet casually, "Hey, you boys wanna do somethin fun today?"

"Like what?" Caesar asked enthusiastically.

"I dunno. We could go clamming, or four wheeling... hell, we could even go frogging if ya want,"

She watched as the three passed eachother puzzled, and concerned looks, "Uh, Rosalina... What the fuck is any of that shit?"

Everyone flinched as they watched the usually bright girl slam down her fork and grab Riley by the arm, "Now I know your Gandpappy taught you better than that, you come with me right now,"

Caesar and Huey exchanged baffled looks as she drug the nervous boy across the house and into the back room. They got up and followed after, ending up in the livingroom where Huey had expected to see Riley with a bar of soap in his mouth... well, he had that sure enough, but he had his arms out spread like he was stuck in a half way finished jumping jack. A book was placed on each hand and he was having to hold them out flat. It looked... painful.

"Now you stay like that for another..." She started, looking at her watch and then glaring back up at him, "Two miutes,"

"Doesn't seem so bad," Caesar mused to Huey lowly. Uppon further inspection, however, Riley's brown face was turning red and purple from just a few seconds.

"And you don't wanna even KNOW what'll happen if you drop them before those two minutes are done, Shah,"

Two minutes took about three hours before her watch started to beep. Riley spat the soap out of his mouth at the same time he dropped his arms as heavy as he could. The books made loud bangs when they collided with the floor. Riley was left to breathe hard and lean over, clutching his stomach in agony.

"I don't tolerate that kind of language, young man," Rosalina said thoughtfully but with still enough stern in her voice to lead on that she wasn't backing down. She got on one knee and placed a hand on his back, "I don't know how you act with your grandfather, but when you're with me, you're gonna be a respectable young man, you understand?"

"Uh...uh...uh huh,"

"Good," She smiled, jumping up to her feet, "Now! Let's get dressed and go have some fun!"

Before anyone could inquire what type of games she had mentioned earlier entailed, the doorbell rang. Rosalina answered it immediately, her eyes turning into sparkles at the person on the other side.

"You must be the most precious little thing... I have EVER seen!"

Jazmine stood there, awe struck at the strange looking girl, "Thank you so much!"

"Come on in, sweety! Are you one of Huey and Riley's friends?"

"Uh huh!" Jazmine chirped, walking inside and letting the older woman take her by the hand, "You have pretty hair!"

"Thank you so much! I can style yours if you want me to,"

"Really!? I-"

Jazmine stopped when she noticed the three boys standing at the stair case. A big grin grew on her face and she snickered under her breath. Her snickers soon turned into full out laughter and she pointed a finger at Riley.

"You have bubbles coming out of your mouth, Riley!"

"Shut up!"

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for the record, clamming, crabbing, frogging and four wheeling are all ALOT of fun!

shut up, they are XD

note- "Shah" is cajun word that is equal to things like "Baby" or "Honey" or "Sweetypie" etc. It can also be used to describe something adorable like, "That puppy was SO shah!!" basically, we Louisianaians say it when we see something cute and we just blurt out, "Shah!"

dont read so much into it. OH! and i should ALSO mention that there is no EXACT way to spell it. some spell it Shai, others sha. I think Shah makes it easier to understand how it sounds. Like Shaq... without the Q. Just "ah"