Zoe I set up three alarms on my phone, all within fifteen minutes of each other. The casserole was still bubbling away in the oven. I tried to block out the low-level bickering between Bella and Harry and carried on making sandwiches for sack lunches for tomorrow. I needed to be organized. I needed to be at work on time. My job and my kids' futures depended on it."It's my turn for the TV, Harry," Bella whined."My cartoon is not finished yet," Harry argued."Yes, it did. You put a different one on.""I didn't like the first one.""Harry, give Bella the TV remote," I called throwing their clothes for tomorrow into the washing machine."No fair," Hary protested. "She got to watch her show.""Give me," Bella screeched, that ear-piercing, migraine-inducing screech that set my teeth on edge. "Give me. Give me. Give me."The walls vibrated as Mrs Carlton from next door hammered on them."
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