“What experience do you have, Mrs. Blankenship? Have you ever cared for two small children and an elderly woman? Oh, lest I forget, I’m Francine Manson, the lady of the house.”
“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I’ve kept many a child safe over the years and though not concurrent with an elderly individual, I have cared plenty for the old and feeble.”
“Feeble seems a bit harsh of a description don’t you think?”
“I suppose not, as I’m up in years, and at times, believe myself to be a bit feeble.”
“Ahhhh. Well, come with me, let me show you the children. Step quietly to the door, please. I don’t want them to know they’re being observed.”
“Understood.”
“The girl is Freala, she’s five and the boy, Sabin, he’s only three.”
“They’re adorable.”
“Yes…. They are precious…. The woman in the wheelchair by the window is their great grandmother, Winnie. She’s not spoken since the two were born. She remains their only living relative. She, along with myself as power of attorney, hold custody of the two hellions.”
“May I ask what happened to their parents?”
“No! ….. Let’s just say they lacked Winnie’s strength. There’s something special about the three beings you see here.”
“What ever do you mean?”
“The old woman is a bit age resistant, this is as old as she gets, the two youngsters carry her same genes.”
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“That’s enough children! Get down from great gran Winnie’s lap and remember that whatever you take from her, she will take double the portion back from your tiny veins.”
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“Do you think you can start tonight? They cannot go another minute without proper supervision…… Ma’am….?? Ma’am….. ?? ………….. Did anyone see in which direction Mrs. Blankenship made her escape???”
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