Her voice sounded odd. As if her tongue were thick and made of rubber. Reminded me of Aunt Ester when she was on those psychotropics, after she tried to kill me. I couldn't hire this woman to take care of my child.
"We'll be in touch. Thank you for coming."
She knew. She stood, very slowly, glaring at me, not removing her eyes from mine even as she turned to grab her coat from her chair. She gathered all the stuff she had put out on the table - a lipstick, a marker, some hairpins, and a golf ball - her eyes never leaving mine.
My useless husband didn't notice a thing was wrong.
I stupidly glanced at the baseball bat standing in the corner just behind her. I was relieved when she finally took her focus off of me, but alarmed as her gaze settled on that bat. She took a step toward it.
I screamed. I don't know why I did it. The woman turned back to me, grabbed her coat, and scurried out the door, because those five minutes are very nearly up.
After she left, my husband said
"I thought that last one was good. She has a lot of experience."
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