"Of course Mr. Yellofield," She held the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she mixed orange juice concentrate with water. "I'll make sure to keep her warm…..Yes….Yes…Don't worry…I promise to make sure she gets some rest…I'll see you later…..Goodbye Mr. Yellofield."

She put the phone down. She poured the juice into a cup and headed to the sofa. Wendy was curled up under a blanket and watching cartoons. She passed Wendy the cup and pressed the back of her hand to the girl's forehead. She pulled the thermometer out of Wendy's mouth and checked it. She looked down at her, "You're not going to school for a few days."

Wendy smiled, "Is that a bad thing?"

Her babysitter grinned, "Not at all." She sat down on the floor, looking at the TV without much interest, as she continued, "I never got sick when I was a kid, so I barely got days off school. You are so lucky."

Wendy giggled. She coughed loudly and shivered. The older girl patted her head and adjusted the blanket around Wendy's shoulders and tucked it under her chin as she murmured sympathetically, "You poor baby."

Wendy was about to reply when the front door opened slowly. The girl clapped a hand over Wendy's mouth, stifling another loud cough, and hissed, "Shush!"

Wendy nodded. Her eyes were wide, but not scared. The older girl raised her head over the top of the couch and looked toward the front door. A slim blond man in an expensive suit stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He pulled off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack that stood next to the door. He walked into the kitchen as if he owned the place. She looked down at Wendy and whispered, "Go to your room and stay there."

Wendy nodded. She scooted to her room and shut the door carefully behind her.

The teenager got to her feet. She kept her back against the wall and slipped toward the kitchen. She peered around the corner. The man was rifling through the fridge and had his back to her. She put her head on one side as she studied him. Then she grabbed a skillet and said, "Hey!"

He turned and she slammed the skillet into his jaw. He reeled back and fell against the stove. She raised the skillet again, just in case he tried getting up. He didn't move and she grinned.

She pulled a chair over from the dining room. She pulled the man's belt off. Then she hoisted him into the chair and fastened the belt around his torso. She fastened it as tightly as she could, not really caring if she cut off his circulation. She filled a glass with water and tossed it in his face.

He sputtered and spat water out of his mouth. He looked up at her, blue eyes narrowing at the sight of her. He asked, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the babysitter."