from my kitchen.
to a toe headed two year old.
her mother handed me a thousand dollars in cash and promised another thousand later.
she asked me to trust her.
i reminded her that i not only had the one thousand dollars in cash but i also still had the piano.
her daughter pulled a brass horse off my book shelf and covered it in a dress shirt i had thrown over the back of the couch.
the brass horse was now tucked in and napping on the floor.
i wasn't sure if i hated the child or not.
i was perplexed that her mother did not tell her to stop touching my things and to behave.
but the one thousand dollars was very good babysitting money.