"SHUT UP!" she screamed, which only resulted in the little brat crying louder.
Fuming, she shoved her blankets down and got out of bed.
Really, it was rather pathetic, she cocked her head and watched him cry. She should have put some money aside for an au pair so that she wouldn't have to deal with the little brat. If she'd stayed married to Hector, she would've had an au pair...
Finally succeeding, she flung the pee-soaked pajamas across the room.
But, there was still the diaper to address.
Raven sighed. This was going to be harder, and more disgusting, than she'd thought...
She sent a note to the owners of the Gypsy Caravan inquiring about hiring new talent. Once she scheduled an initial interview, she was sure the job would be hers! One way or another...
She hated police.
"Good morning, ma'am," the officer said with a smile. "Our records showed that you recently moved into town. May I come in?" She gestured towards the entry hall.
Raven faltered for a moment, wavering. Would it seem suspicious if she slammed the door in the woman's face... or scratched her eyes out? Probably.
Smiling as widely as possible, Raven opened the door wider. "Of course," she said in an sacchrine-sweet tone. "Please, come in!"
The police woman nodded politely. "My name is Tia Parks," she announced, reaching out to shake Raven's hand. Raven shook the offered hand with extreme reluctance. "Being such a small town, we like to know all our residents. You know, part of community outreach."
The police woman nodded. "If you need us at all, please feel free to call. Just dial 3-1-1 if you have any questions!"
"I certainly will," Raven assured her. "Have a wonderful day!"
"You, too, ma'am," Officer Parks said, tapping the brim of her hat in farewell. "We'll see you around!"
Plumbbob, I knew I should've picked Bridgeport, she thought sourly. It would've been so easy to hide in a city that large.
She stomped her foot with irritation and turned on her heel, pacing the other direction.
But, the likelihood of being approached by Midnight Hollow's finest was relatively low. So they sent out a welcome wagon when they first arrived? That was hardly suspicious.
What she needed right now was a way to blend in... to be seen as a member of the community... to be protected...
He answered on the 2nd ring, sounding breathless, almost as if he'd been waiting by the phone all morning and afternoon for her call.
"Can you come over?" she asked, softening her voice to a seductive pitch.
The doorbell rang. Cautiously, Raven glanced through the peephole to make sure she knew who was on the other side.
She wouldn't make that mistake again.
Daryl reached out and covered her hands with his own, attempting to comfort her. "What's the matter, Raven?" he asked. "You can tell me."
His Family-Oriented trait would work to her advantage. She'd sensed early on that Daryl longed for a family of his own. And what was more convenient than having a ready-made family?
"But it's just so crazy!" Raven gasped, winding him to her with an expert twist.
"So? Let's be crazy!" Daryl whispered. A family. His very own family. The thought echoed through his mind.
That is, until Raven nipped his ear and whispered, "Harder."
He paused, his fingers itching for his computer. That was a good one, he thought, repeating it to himself. He was getting out of bed to get his laptop bag when he heard the wailing up the stairs.
Daryl sent her a look of contrition. "I tried cooking," he admitted with embarrassment.
Raven gazed over his shoulder at the bowl he was trying to hide behind him. "HA! You burned macaroni? You must have ZERO cooking abilities!" she laughed again, pointing at the mess on the counter.
Daryl felt self-conscious for a moment, feeling as though she were laughing at him before reminding himself that was ridiculous. She wasn't laughing at him. She was laughing with him. He chuckled, imagining that it was actually pretty funny that he burned macaroni. "Yeah," he admitted, joining her laughter. "Pretty much no experience cooking! Pretty obvious, huh?"