Dinner Conversation: Part I

"He attends the University, I hear," Poindexter said through a mouth full of food. "The law school. Political Science. Something like that."

"I don't see why he chose to live here," Lana snorted. "We're not very close to the University. I don't know that we can trust him."

"We don't need to trust him, Lana. He's just another neighbor. Unless you want him to watch the girls so we can get some alone time," he winked.

Lana smiled sweetly--too sweetly to be completely honest. Lana was in her mid-fourties with short-cut blonde hair. On most days she would dress in little more than a colorful cloth wrapped and draped over her. She always had a false sort of sweetness to her affect. Her boyfriend, Poindexter, had short black hair and very tan skin and a good twenty years older than his girlfriend. Strangely, he was just as unemployed as his young girlfriend. He also showed a certain amount of annoyance towards the girls, mixed in with a strong love. All in all, he seemed a bit conflicted. Both Lana had Poindexter had had children earlier in their lives that were, as far as any outsider or Lana's daughters knew, very much not a part of their lives at all.

"I certainly wouldn't mind having someone to sit for the girls every now and then," Lana smirked. "Maybe we should check him out. What do you think, girls?"

Isabella was snapped out of her thoughts at her mother's address. She looked over at Annie, who was blubbering, trying to concoct some reason why her mother should never look at any sort of babysitter.