that keep getting lost. And I would be stilettos just waiting to grind a heel into the top of Jaredâs hiking boots.
âWhy? I donât get this, Molly. Youâll have to tell me why.â
I had her alone for once. Jared was forced to tend to business in his own office while we painstakingly sorted through the jumble in Mollyâs. âYour brother is a stalker. Heâs been after us since the first day we started to work together. Doesnât he trust me?â
I donât have much in the way of ego because I know that only God can take credit for whatever I might do right, but Jared is getting on my nerves, the few I have left. Iâm going crazy being observed hour after hour by him as his sister and I try to make headway through Mollyâs muddle.
The woman is sweet, precious, generous, giving and completely without organizational skills. I donât doubt for amoment that she has the intelligence to learn them, but she just doesnât seem to care.
Neatness is not even a blip on Mollyâs radar screen of desires. For her it ranks right up there with wanting a root canal or ingrown toenails.
Jared, on the other hand, thinks that a pile of magazines is an eyesore, a stack of papers on a desk an anathema and a disorganized office a deadly sin.
And I thought I was exacting!
âDonât be too hard on him, Sammi. Heâs doing what he thinks is best for me, thatâs all.â
âBut youâre a grown woman. Why canât you do whatâs best for you?â I sat back to study her and was surprised to see tears in her eyes. âMolly?â
âJaredâs right. Iâm incompetent.â
Unbidden anger flared in me. âHe told you that?â
âNo, but he thinks it. So whatever Jared wants, Iâll do.â She wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. âAnything.â
Jared Hamilton had his poor sister hopping and dancing to his wishes like she was a marionette and he, a puppeteer.
âHave you considered that Jared may have some issues of his own?â I ventured.
âJared is a successful man, highly regarded in business,â Molly huffed. âHe didnât get here without careful planning and hard work. He has to be meticulous and exacting in order to be where he is.â
âWhy do you defend him?â I asked gently.
âBecause you can never imagine what heâs put up with from me. Never. I love him. Heâs the best brother in the world.â And that was the end of that subject. Molly was willing to turn herself inside out to make her demanding brother happy.
Because Iâm the hired help, it doesnât matter that I canât see the reason why.
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I groaned when the doorbell rang. Just out of the shower, Iâd decided to test the self-adhering curlers that Wendy gave me. They were the size of soup cans and, Wendy said, perfect for creating a smooth, sophisticated hairdo. Sheâd also given me a facial mask, cucumber and seaweed, I think, or maybe itâs grass clippings and zucchini. Iâd put foam separators between my toes so my pedicure could dry, whitening strips on my teeth and my softest, coziest and least flattering red-and-gray sweats. I glanced in the mirror. With all the bright colors and distorted features, I looked like some little kidâs worst nightmare, worse, even, than a clown doll, the kind that lurks in childrenâs closets and gives them scary dreams.
I shuffled toward the door, keeping my toes wide spread and my neck stiff so as not to upset the precarious pyramid of rollers. Not only was my face beginning to harden, my teeth squeaked and the facial mask was beginning to smell very earthy. Not flower petals and fresh breezes earthy, either. More like barnyard-and-compost-heap earthy. Wendy must have bought all this stuff on sale.
âWho is it?â I inquired at the door, but my mouth wasnât moving well because of the rock-hard mask. I was
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