Babysitting (2)

   'What ya doing?' She asked buoyantly, great, she's back.

   'Nothing that concerns you,'

   'You look worried, can I help?'

   'No.' I deadpanned.

   'Come on, two heads are better than one,'

   'I rather shoot the extra head,' I said unenthusiastically.

   'Oh come on! Getting my help won't kill you. Stop being a sponge brain and let me help you, I have a very commended IQ.'

   'No,'

   'Please?'

   'I said no!' I yelled, slamming my fisted palms on the table. She flinched, pouted and looked at her food, chewing down on her bottom lip. That'll shut her terribl