


The three older girls get their smoothies and head off to sit at the long counter in front of the window.
SweetCheeks decides she is staying by Mama & Nana. SweetCheeks is talking to her "friend". This friend is named BREEEANHA. Breeeanha is in jail. Why? Not sure but apparently she did something wrong. She also was caught with a sword! I ask how old Brianna is now. She is six-all of six-and already in jail for carrying a sword. (See side bar for "sword"-it looks suspiciously
like a length of crumpled straw to me)

Suddenly, the clock strikes mudnite and WE collapse into a heap onto the (we hope kinda clean) floor. Oh dear...Oh dear....Oh dear.... Whuteber should I do, Nana? Isss gonna be cwrazy around here in a minnut! Oh No! Now Breeeanha has runned away!
Craziness? Absolutely! Mr.Businessman that was sitting here trying to read a report has left this wacky establishment. He was looking all over for this "lost" child. I guess he couldn't see Brianna and thought he would leave before he was
blamed for kidnapping.

As we were leaving SweetCheeks asked if she could come home with me for the night. Do I look CRAZY? Er...I mean...No-Not tonight-I have a headache. Oh, wait...that's the wrong nighttime excuse, isn't it? I mean...not tonight-I have to work tomorrow...and the next day....and the next day....and the next
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And now the cat is out of the bag, so to speak.
Seems Diana works all those crazy days to escape sweetcheeks, lol.
Just Kidding but it is a thought, don't you think?
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