Controlling the Elements (The Manipulator Series Book 1) by N.R. Spratlin

Author:N.R. Spratlin [Spratlin, N.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-23T23:00:00+00:00

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I am thankful that Lyon’s babysitter had picked him up from school today and took him for ice cream afterwards. I didn’t let her know that I was getting off early, and when I got home I decided to keep it that way so I could calm my nerves down.

I was relieved to know that I wasn’t going crazy, but I still had a ton of answered questions. When I first got back home I about drove myself crazy trying to figure out the answers. I thought so many complete circles around it until I was making myself mentally dizzy. Not too long after that I start cleaning everything I could get my hands on, trying to distract myself. In the end, all I was confident in was that I have no idea where to find the answers but at least I was calmer when Lyon came home.

“Aunt Dill this is good sketti.” Lyon proclaims proudly while grabbing the end of a squirmy spaghetti noodle and holding it up above his head. He tilts his little head backwards and closes his eyes as he slurps it down following by a quick loud smack of satisfaction.

“I’m glad you like it buddy.” I smile towards him as I twirl my own portion of noodles around my fork.

“Did you see my painting?” He questions after he ditches his fork in favor of using his fingers instead of utensils. Normally I would chastise him for this, but I’m just plain worn out to even try and start a battle. I have learned quickly that I have to pick my battles, and this one wasn’t worth it since he will be taking a bath soon.

“I sure did buddy, it was beautiful.” I touch his little arm in encouragement not noticing until its late that the right half of my palm has landed in sauce that he somehow managed to venture up his forearms.

Lyon beams with pride, “Miss Missy said she loved it and hung it up on the end of her desk today and that made Shay mad and I told her to stop sucking lemons.” He busts into a fit of laughter slapping his sauce covered hands on his lap and making Lyon sized prints on his shorts.

I groan internally, I’m going to have to put spray and wash on that as soon as I can.

“Lyon, you did not!” I ask in mock horror, and I say mock because in my mind I know Shay’s mother. She loves the spotlight, and always had since we were in school. Let’s just say the apple didn’t fall far from that attention seeking tree.

“I sure did! And do you know what she did?” He bugs eyes out at me and I know he’s getting to the good part, at least from his perspective.

“What did she do?” I lay my fork on the plate and lean forward on my arms giving him my full attention.

“She stuck her tongue out at me! But Miss Missy caught her and she got put in the Thinking Chair.

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