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Istare at my signature on the paper Monday morning. I’m supposed to be there at 8:00 a.m. I have ten minutes to re-think everything I’m doing.
The contract stipulates the location of every camera, so I feel better about them being there now. It also stipulates a hefty salary, with bonuses available.
For the first time since I’ve started trying to sort through my parents’ mess, I have hope that I might be able to see the other side of this.
Jaxon seems like a sweet kid for the most part, though I’m sure he’s spoiled. Just looking at his “playroom” told me that.
I decide to walk over. There’s no point in starting my car. Holding the contract carefully so I don’t crease it, I walk across the grass to the front door.
When I knock, Jaxon answers it.
“Daddy’s busy,” he says. “I need help.”
I peer into the house, feeling strange stepping inside without an official invitation from an adult living here. I check my phone and see that it’s one minute before eight. I’m supposed to be here at eight, so I guess that counts as an invitation.
Jaxon motions me forward, and I step inside.
“Can you make me eggs?” he asks.
I blink at him. What little kid doesn’t want sugary cereal for breakfast? Yet here this one is asking for eggs.
He adds onto his request. “And sausage? The little ones? But I don’t like them burnt.”
“I can make you some breakfast, sure,” I agree.
Jaxon trots ahead of me to the kitchen and throws the industrial-sized fridge open helpfully. Then, he bounces in place as I take out the carton of eggs.
“Sausages,” he reminds me.
It takes me a minute to find those, but I locate them too.
“You have to put the special cheese powder on the eggs,” Jaxon informs me.
I blink at him again. He is very demanding.
“I don’t know what cheese powder is. I think I saw some shredded cheese. You want that?” I grab a bag of shredded colby jack, but Jaxon shakes his head.
“No, that’s not it. It has to be the powder cheese.” He mimes grabbing a jar and patting the bottom of it.
“Well, where is that?”
Jaxon shrugs. “I don’t know everything!”
I go to the pantry and try to look for something that fits the description, but nothing looks like “powdered cheese.”
“Is it in the pantry or somewhere else?” I ask.
Jaxon trots around the kitchen, opening random cabinets like he’s actually helping me. I don’t find anything that looks like a cheese powder.
“You’re going to have to have your eggs without the powder today,” I tell him.
Jaxon’s eyes get all big. “No! That’s gross! I can’t! I need it!”
“How about you go ask your daddy where it is then?” I suggest, glancing at the stairs. I thought Harrison was going to be leaving for work. Why else am I here? Is he just going to be lounging around all day?
I have a mental picture of Harrison sleeping late, a sleep mask on his eyes, expecting me to bring him breakfast on a tray. That’s not about to happen, and the more I picture the scene, the madder I get.
“Please, Miss Beanna, please, help me get it.” Jaxon must have picked up the begging position from some TV show, because he is on his knees and has his hands clasped together.
