Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Their mother either doesn’t know or pretends not to that the seven of them work out their schemes together before she carries them out, kind of like testing the waters.
If it’s something dangerous, one of her brothers will do it and since their mom and no one else can tell them apart, they can’t exactly punish them all for what one did.
You know how I know all of this shit? Because of my nightly rounds and staying on top of shit. The very things my wife and everyone else around here laughed at.
I also realized early on that these little shits communicate with each other without opening their mouths, and their mother still doesn’t know that they move around the house at night when they think everyone else has gone to bed.
I know that the reason my daughter started climbing out of her crib is because one of her brothers was sick, which no one else knew at the time. I know it all. And I know most of my money is going to bail for her ass.
As to the one in her mother’s tummy, that’s another girl, only one this time, because I threatened the hospital and the doctor that if there are any surprises this time around, I’ll take all their asses to court.
Jo is hoping for a little girl she can do girly shit with because this one never met a mudhole she didn’t like. She wears her fancy shit; don’t even think about putting her in anything other than a dress, but she loves to get dirty.
I don’t have the heart to tell her that as long as Dabria is around, that kid doesn’t stand a chance. She already has the adults around her dancing to the beat of her drum, so I don’t see what chance a younger sister has of going her own way.
Jo’s been pissed ever since she found out she was pregnant again, but I did warn her what was going to happen as soon as she healed. I guess she was going on her doctor’s timeline, and since nothing happened then, she thought she was in the clear. But my timeline was way longer because I wanted her healed completely before planting another one in her.
Now I’ll have twice as many kids as her idiot ex, who has been finally getting his shit together and was dating a nice woman he met on one of those dating sights. He finally got his head out of his ass, and my wife and kids no longer have to worry about him, and I guess, since he gave me the greatest gift of all, I don’t hate him as much as I used to.
Tara was released not too long ago, but she’s not the same as she used to be. She’s not as pretty as she used to be, that’s for sure, and I guess that knocked her down a peg.
Kevin’s ex is still trying to figure out who beat the hell out of her and fucked up her hearing. She and her mother spent their days harassing her dad, who cut her off as soon as she left the hospital since she was eighteen years old, and they lost their house because child support and alimony ended, so I guess Kevin was their retirement plan or some shit.
Jo ended up selling the house because none of the kids wanted it, and split the proceeds between the four of them which was a good chunk of change in this market, not that they need it. They’re all doing very well because, between two of their grandfathers, there are plenty of family-owned businesses to choose from.
Our place is the weekend hangout spot for everyone these days, which is perfect because there’s never a shortage of people to spoil my kids, and they have a full, happy life here. “What the hell?” Damn, I better tell Jo her daughter is hiding scissors in her toy chest. I don’t even want to know why.
The little thief had some of my lost shit in there as well. Should I take it or leave it? If I take it, she’s gonna know, and I’ll have to sit through one of her lectures disguised as an explanation. If I don’t confront her, she’s going to grow up to be a damn thief.
But if I confront her, she’s going to get those big tears in her eyes that break my heart. Then her little mouth will start trembling, and I’ll get a ‘mean daddy.’ Oh, hell no!
“Jo!” I’ll let her handle it; she can handle the tears because she’s been there before. Me I still get heartburn every time I disappoint my little angel. The last time I pissed her off, she didn’t speak to me for two whole days. I can’t go through that shit again.