CHAPTER 33
The stupid cooking show is finally over, and Natalie’s tucked in her crib for the night. The rest of us are out here in the living room being lazy. Patricia’s flipping through a Taste of Home magazine, Jake’s playing Candy Zapper, and I’m staring at my phone, scrolling through my friends’ posts, hoping to find something interesting.
“What time do you work tomorrow?” I ask Jake.
“I open tomorrow and Friday. Then I’m back to nights.”
I don’t even want to think about being stuck for the next two days with Patricia in the house. “That’s not going to work,” I tell him. “We’ve got to take Natalie back to Dr. Bell on Friday.”
He shrugs and doesn’t even look up from his screen. “Guess you’ll have to drop me off again.”
I roll my eyes. He could take his bike or something if he want
