Jones · May 6, 2018 11

Joneses – 16.3 The Worm

Eliza arose early the next morning with a fire in her bones and a tiny bit of fear. It was a big day, and her career advancement rested in the hands of a group of people she was too ashamed to admit she forgot existed. It made her ill to think she could have been the Chief of Police already if she would have filed a complaint immediately. None of that mattered now.

She got up early to have a moment of quiet to get her thoughts together and prepare a statement before getting the twins up, but she wasn’t early enough. Breanne was in the living room talking to herself. The poor child had been doing that a lot lately. Eliza assumed she was stressed. Talking out her problems aloud probably helped her process them better so a solution would present itself easier.

“Oh, good morning, dear. You’re up very early. Is everything all right?”

“The early bird catches the worm, mom.”

She sat next to her strange child. “I see. What worm are we catching today?”

“The same worm I catch every day! Kaiden Pruett.”

“But, I thought you caught that worm already.”

“I did, but the challenge now is making sure the worm doesn’t realize he’s been caught!”

Eliza got an uneasy feeling in her stomach. “I don’t follow.”

Breanne groaned impatiently. “We went to the romance festival and I had him drink lots of tea.” She chuckled. “He thinks we’re hopelessly in love!”

Subterfuge?! And here she thought Kaiden had finally come around to recognizing his feelings for Breanne. On one hand, she was appalled at what her daughter had done as it was borderline criminal. On the other hand, she enjoyed the prospects of her family potentially merging with the most respected family in town. Breanne’s underhandedness now threatened that union. They were young enough to still be a ways from making those kinds of decisions, but that special birthday wasn’t too far off in the future. Plans definitely needed to be made in order to be prepared. Unsure what to do or how to feel, but definitely not wanting to be an accomplice, she left her to go bathe.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something, dear.”

Joneses - 16.2 Despair
Joneses - 16.4 Victory