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Painted into a Corner By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 1 "You have no idea what a huge favor you're doing me," said Justine, tearing up. "Thank you so so much." Justine sat back, wiping her tears and sipping her coffee for a minute composing herself. "Mom, come on! Are we really that desperate?" Chris walked in. "She's freaking ancient. It's a retirement home. What the hell am I going to do there? Please call one of my friend's mothers." "Stop it. It's too much to ask again, and I've already used just about everyone I could to watch you in the past few months." Justine blew her nose. "It's not like we have many options with all your antics, and it's not a retirement home! It's a very nice senior residence. It's not like an old nursing home or anything?" "It'll still suck big time, mom! Please just call Tom's mother," Chris asked. "She'll probably watch me." "You're so damn unappreciative. This woman was our neighbor since before you were born, and she's always been there for us." Justine shook her head. "Plus that's not even an option. They're away, remember? Also, I think we burned that bridge when you set their dog on fire last time you slept over. Did you forget that already?" "This sucks." Chris was annoyed. "Get your backpack together, get dressed and I'll pack your clothes real quick," said his mother. "Move it. or I'll miss my flight." Justine scurried through their apartment, packing and then quickly ironing a few things as she met him back in the kitchen. "No way mom. No way am I wearing any of it," cried Chris, seeing the clothes she laid out on his bed. "What's the big deal? Just for the first time she sees you when we get there," His mother held up the crocheted sweater. "Come on, she's been making you something every year since you were a baby. Obviously she thinks you're wearing the stuff she knits or sews." "Mom, you're killing me," cried Chris. "Please, this is bad enough." "Fine, just get in the car," Justine answered. "And you better give her no trouble." Justine lectured him all the way to Mrs. Baker's complex, as he basically tuned her out with his head phones the entire way. She signed them in at the security desk, and then drove through the series of attached town homes until they turned into a parking lot near her unit. "Here, just put on the sweater and don't be a pain in the ass." Justine handed it to him. "This is bullshit, mom," said Chris tossing it back at her. "No goddam way!" "I hope you'll watch your mouth and have a little more respect for Mrs. Baker while you're here," Justine began tearing up. "I'm breaking my ass as a single mother to take care of us. Now just put on the damn sweater for two seconds. Once you get in there you can take it off." Chris rolled his eyes and slid his arms into the white sweater and gave his mother a look to kill. He was dressed in his typical pre-teen thug outfit, with loose fitting baggy blue jeans, his red checkered boxer shorts sticking out of them four or five inches and oversized black shinny nike sneakers that were loosely laced. On top he was in a ripped t-shirt which peeked out from under the white sweater, which of course looked totally out of place with the rest of his ensemble. On his head was an oversized black baseball cap with a flat brim off set to the right, and his stringy long hair streamed from the cap messily across the shoulders. From his ears two large diamond studs twinkled from under his tussled mop, and around his wrists were a series of black rubber band type bracelets. "You happy now," Chris moaned, looking down his arms. "I look ridiculous." "Very," chuckled his mother as she ran the doorbell. "I mean happy. Very happy!" "Justine." Mrs. Baker looked thrilled as immediately she hugged her as she opened her door. "You look fantastic and wait.... Christopher...No! Where's my little one gone?" "Yeah, he's gotten so big, right?" replied Justine, rubbing his back. "Much older than you remember right? It's been at least three years since you've seen him." "Oh, yes big change I see," said Mrs. Baker, looking him up and down as his mother nudged him to speak. "Quite a surprise." "Mom, I don't thinks she wants me here," Chris whispered in a whiney tone. "Please let's leave." "No, no. It's my pleasure to have you dear. You just look different than I expected," said Mrs. Baker, kissing his cheek and looking him over. "I know Doris," said Justine giving her son a pat on the head. "These kids today! Fashion is so odd, but it's just the way they dress, but your sweater looks so nice on him right?. Now let's start again please Chris." "Fine! Hello Mrs. Baker and thanks for letting me stay over?" said Chris in a whiny tone. "Oh please you two," Mrs. Baker flipped her wrist. "I just needed a minute to adjust. Now hurry come in come in. I'll adjust!" "I can't Doris. I've got to make my flight." Justine hugged both of them and gave him a look. "I'll call you the second I land, and I'm sure once he puts in those headphones you'll never even know he's here. Right dear?" "Damn straight," mumbled Chris annoyed as he headed in. He went in and she showed him to the guest room, shaking his head as it was filled with old knick knacks and dolls. She quickly cleared them as he tossed his bags on the floor, looking around with a sullen look on his face. "Where's the can, Mrs. B?" Chris stripped off her sweater and tossed it on the bed. "I've got to pinch off a loaf so I'll be in there for a while." "Oh, across the hall dear," said Mrs. Baker. "I just have the one, so you and I will be sharing it while you're here. You go and make yourself at home and I'll unpack for you while you do what you need to." He spent the next twenty five minutes in the bathroom until finally he emerged and headed to the bedroom. He looked around, realizing there was no television and all his things had been unpacked and put in the dressers. "You ok dear?" asked Mrs. Baker coming in. "I've put away everything for you and are you hungry? I made up some chicken but I'll make you something else if you'd like." "No that's cool," Chris followed her and quickly ate the chicken. "I can put on a show you'd like, or maybe some football honey," Mrs. Baker asked him, trying to accommodate. "Nah, I'm heading out for a bit," said Chris as she grabbed his arm. "Does your mother allow that and where are you going?" said Mrs. Baker. "It's certainly safe here, but you're only 10 right?" "I'm good granny, and I need my space," said Chris shaking her grip. "Don't wait up." "Chris," cried Mrs. Baker as he ignored her running out. She watched as he raced out not sure what to do as he strolled through the complex and then out of her sight. She was relieved when he returned hours later after dark, heading right to his room to sleep and then finally got to see him again in the morning. "Good morning sunshine," said Mrs. Baker as he wandered out in just his boxers, looking for some food. "What's for breakfast, Mrs. B.?" Chris asked. "Well, I can make you some pancakes and bacon. Why don't you take a shower, dear?" replied Mrs. Baker. "Nah, don't need one," said Chris. "Just fix me the grub and I'll be back after I piss." Doris just shook her head and held her tongue as she cooked him a nice breakfast as he headed into the bathroom. There was really no conversation as she fed him and he barely engaged her at all before he was out the door. She spent quite a bit of her time on the phone with his mother, trying to understand how to deal with him until again he came home late in the evening and went straight to bed. "Oh good morning," said Mrs. Baker, answering the door and seeing the security guard. "Morning Mrs. Baker," said the guard. "May I come in?" "Of course Anthony. Come on in," said Mrs. Baker, pouring him some coffee. "I so sorry to disturb you, but I'm going door to door because there's some vagrant running around the complex causing damage," Anthony told her, sipping his coffee. "Graffiti, vandalism, broken windows." "Oh no!" Choked Mrs. Baker. "Is this just today?" "No, well it's gone on for two days now, and coincidentally you have a visitor signed in staying with you for the last two days," Anthony told her. "Little Chris? No, it certainly couldn't be," answered Mrs. Baker, holding her chest, stunned. "I didn't think so either Doris, but I have to check every possibility," said Anthony, lifting the white sweater from the arm of the couch. "Is this Chris's sweater? I bet you made this for her. You're so talented, and I'm sure she must be as cute as a button in something like this?" "Oh yes, I knitted it," said Mrs. Baker, pouring Anthony some more coffee. "Oh yes, Chris is adorable of course." "Well, I'll just need to meet little Chrissy so I can cross her off the list and I'll be on my way," said Anthony. "Obviously this type of destructive behavior wasn't done by some cute little girl." "Sure, when Chris wakes up I'd be happy to introduce you to her, but I'd rather not disturb her nap," said Mrs. Baker. "How about I give you a ring in a little while when she gets up. She wasn't feeling herself last night, so I can't wake her just yet." "No problem Doris," said Anthony as he left. "Give me a call and I'll stop back." Doris peeked out of her curtain the moment he closed the door, and then ran back in her bedroom rummaging through a few things she had in progress. She quickly pinned and made several cuts before turning on her sewing machine and getting to work. She was an amazing seamstress and quite creative, feeling the pressure to produce quickly as within twenty minutes she was finished. She then hurriedly barged into his room and switched on the lights, shaking him awake. "Wake up and get in the shower asap, Mister!" said Doris. "I just had security here telling me all about a vandal spray painting and destroying things everywhere." "Like what?" moaned Chris, chuckling sarcastically as he rolled over. "I would never be that bored to do things like that in an exciting place like this! Ya' think?" "I think you're full of it, and get your stupid ass in that shower," said Mrs. Baker, ripping off the covers and grabbing him by his ear. "And wash and condition that hair so you're sure to get all the spray paint out of it. Do it right, because security will be back soon and if they see that we're screwed." "Oh shit. I guess that's a good idea," said Chris, smiling as he saw the spray paint on his hands and forearm. "What did you tell them?" "Nothing, but I'm so sorry I let your mother down. She entrusted me to watch you, and I let you run amuck," said Mrs. Baker, handing him two towels. "First I'll get you out of trouble and then we'll figure out how to fix this mess you've made. Now scrub and scrub good!" Chris rolled his eyes and headed into the shower, carefully cleaning the paint from his hands and arms. He washed his hair a few times and then conditioned his hair before stepping out, towel drying his body after about twenty minutes. He wrapped his body in the other towel and then headed back into his bedroom, opening his drawers for some clothes. "What the hell?" Chris rummaged through his drawers getting annoyed. He opened the closet and again found nothing, before heading into her bedroom as his clothes, suitcase or Mrs. Baker were nowhere to be found. After about fifteen minutes, he heard her open the door as he was sitting in a towel watching football on tv and he looked over scowling. "Oh good, you look better all clean." Mrs. Baker dropped a few bags on the table. "What's going on?" Chris was steaming. "Where's my stuff? Did you bring it to the laundry or something? No way am I sitting here like this all night?" "No, I'll be getting you dressed in just a moment, darling." Mrs. Baker opened a large plastic mat and tossed it on the living room carpet. "Lucky I was able to run to the Walmart real quick and get what we need. Good thing I've been making you clothes for years, and I know all your sizes." "Dressing me?" said Chris, confused. "I don't wear Walmart shit, and where's my stuff? I'll wait for it to come out of the laundry and I can certainly dress myself." "I said nothing about laundry. Your clothes were full of paint everywhere, and what security would call evidence," said Mrs. Baker, tossing a small container and a few bottles on the plastic mat. "No way was that coming out, so I purged anything that could get you in bigger trouble than you're already in. Now lay down on that mat and stop wasting our precious time. I wouldn't put you in Walmart clothes either, so I made you something that's quite nice from what I had but I can't make you everything we need, can I?" "No way Mrs. Baker. You want me to lay there?" said Chris annoyed, staring down at it. "I don't even have any underwear on and why would I lay there. Not happening Mrs. B." "You're about to whether you like it or not, so stop giving me a hard time immediately!" said Mrs. Baker, forcefully grabbing his forearm and stunning him, pushing him from the chair to the floor. "Now move it as you've got nothing I haven't seen a million times before." He wanted to get up and run, but as he flinched she kneed him in the stomach, knocking the wind from his body as he gasped for air while she pulled away the towels. He couldn't believe his eyes as he worked on catching his breath, half bent over as she squirted a white substance onto her fingers and rubbed it all around his genital area. He was starting to calm down as his eyes bugged from his head as he watched her open a large Pampers package and slide open the little tabs on a white plastic looking item. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing as she lifted his behind, sliding it under his behind and fastened the tabs. "Stop, why would you put me in this?" asked Chris, finally catching his breath and starting to sit up. "This isn't funny. Stop and let me get up." "I may be old but I'm still pretty strong, honey," Teased Mrs. Baker, pushing him back. "You know I used to be a world class athlete, so I'm not afraid to tussle with you, but remember I'm here to help you my dear." "Ok, ok," said Chris putting his hands up. "I'm sorry I got out of control. I was bored, but there's no reason for this crap. I'm no baby." "No, you're not a baby, but when security returns they'll be expecting to meet my cute little visitor in a white sweater. Someone sweet and innocent that could never cause the wreckage you did," said Mrs. Baker, pointing to the knitted sweater on the chair. "We give them that and you're in the clear. If not, you'll be heading to juvenile detention and your mother will be stuck with thousands of dollars in bills for the damages with no way to pay it. The way I see it, either you'll be out in the cold broke and I'll have to put her up indefinitely, or you'll play along with me now and we can try to avoid all that." "Ok, ok," cried Chris. "But why a freaking diaper. No one will think I'm a toddler. Please just get me some normal underwear and I'll do what you say." "True, but I'm tired of cleaning up your urine on my floor and walls so we're hopefully killing two birds with one stone here," said Mrs. Baker. "Now I'm going to make you look as young and innocent as I can. Then you're going to act that way until we're past this little problem, and I can trust you've learned how to aim. Until then this is all I bought anyway. Now do I have your full cooperation or should I turn you in like this?" "Yes," said Chris softly, totally embarrassed. "I can't believe it. Yes." "Good, now sit still and let me do what I have to do," said Mrs. Baker, pushing his head back against the mat and unscrewing the top of some powder. "Trust me, adults use a little powder from time to time as well to avoid some chafing." It was nauseating as she opened the little tabs and sprinkled some powder near his rear as she folded his legs upward. Just the sound of the tabs being closed was bad enough, but he began shivering now as he looked up, watching her take an electric razor from the container and switch it on. Just the light buzzing sound seemed deafening in his current predicament, as it was hard to watch as she lifted his left leg as he stared at it glide up and down quickly, removing the little light brunette peach fuzz from his ankle to his thigh. It didn't take long as she buzzed both legs and then his arms before opening a pink bottle of smelly lotion and rubbing it into his skin. He could smell the fragrant baby like lotion as it soothed his slight tenderness, and then she took his hand lifting him to his feet. He felt so peculiar as he followed her to the kitchen table, looking down at himself as she wrapped a towel over his shoulders and began blow drying his hair. "You usually part it down the middle, right?" asked Mrs. Baker, brushing through it over and over. "And these won't work for now." "Yes, why?" said Chris nervously as she took out his studs and laid them on the table. "Just curious, because I haven't seen you without the hat, but it looked evenly distributed," said Mrs. Baker as she parted it and brushed. "You've got such nice hair now that it's clean, but it's been a long time since I've done much with hair." "Oh, please you're not messing with it? All the cool kids in school have long hair these days," cried Chris. "I know plenty of younger kids can have longer hair too!" "It'll be just fine if I just pull it back off your face, you'll look a bit younger?" replied Mrs. Baker, pulling off the towel as the phone rang. "Now let's get you dressed and I'll finish it. Stand up and I'll be right back." "Fine," Chris stood there, feeling sick to his stomach as she went into her bedroom answering the phone. "Oh hello Anthony," Mrs. Baker spoke. "Yup little Krissy is awake. Fifteen minutes is perfect. I'll put on some coffee and see you then." "Crap. Fifteen minutes," said Chris nervously. "Hurry up Mrs. B and let me get dressed." "Coming, coming," Mrs. Baker replied from her bedroom. "I'm just unbuttoning it all the way, because I'm pretty sure I'd altered it perfectly, but I rushed so I can't be one hundred percent sure." "But little Krissy. That sounds like a little grrrr..." Chris said as he saw Mrs. Baker with nothing but a big yellow blur approaching. "Yeah Krissy is adorable sounding, right?" said Mrs. Baker as she stepped in front of him now. "Step in please." "Holy crap that's a dress," screamed Chris, backing away. "No way Mrs. B. You didn't say anything about dresses. I can't do that. Not happening! No way!" "Fine, then you can just sit in your little diaper and I'll be truthful with Anthony," replied Mrs. Baker, holding out the dress. "I'm sure that'll go over well in Juvie when he takes you smelling baby fresh and nice and smooth." "Mrs. B. you are going too far," whined Chris, folding his arms like a big baby. "No one would think I'm a girl?" "I'm going too far? All I'm doing is presenting a solution to security?" said Mrs. Baker, taking it away. "Fine, because obviously you didn't go too far with all your mischief. But the choice is yours, as Anthony is expecting to come here and meet Chris aka little Krissy!" "No one would believe this Mrs. B.," cried Chris. "I'm one of the cool kids. I'm no little sissy." "I never said anything about being a sissy honey, but acting younger and a smidge more dainty might just do the trick I'd say." Mrs. Baker pointed to the dress. "But I'm positive now's not the time to be that cool kid they're looking for, as obviously what I'm trying for here with Krissy is certainly not what they're looking for right?" "I can't believe I'm doing this," Chris sulked as a tear flowed down his cheek as he closed his eyes and lifted his arms. "This is so bogus. Just make it quick when he's here." "Even simple instructions like step in are too hard for you my dear, but I'll make it work," said Mrs. Baker as she opened the dress and dropped it over his head. "Now just be still." Chris could feel his chest pounding as he looked down, seeing his chest covered in a yellow bodice. It was like she was strangling him as he felt button after button fasten up his spine and then finally she fastened the last one. She spun him, adjusting the fit and then spun him again, tugging near his lower back before stepping out in front of him. "Sit and don't fuss, we've got twelve minutes," said Mrs. Baker, pushing the skirt tight against him as he sat back on the chair and then looked at his hands. "Don't fidget, or you'll wrinkle it and we can't have you looking a mess if we want this to go smoothly. Plus I told you to scrub and clean those nails better." "Smoothly?" Chris picked some paint from under his finger nails. "How can this go smoothly? I can't do this Mrs. B and you think he can see this little bit of paint?" "Of course you can and you will," said Mrs. Baker, nodding as she lifted his leg as he watched her slide on a little ankle sock. "Just leave it and I'll fix them too. I'll get that right off once you're dressed!" He sat watching every swift move as quickly the other sock was on, and she lifted a small shoe box from a plastic Walmart bag and knelt on one knee. He was mesmerized as she opened the box, lifting the shoe and unbuckling the little strap before sliding it onto his left foot, as before he could even blink it was buckled across his foot. He wiggled his toes as it was like nothing like a sneaker he was used to feeling, so rigid in front and before he knew it she dropped the other foot and they were on him. She got to her feet now, opening another bag as he stared, confused, seeing a package with an assortment of rubber bands. He wasn't sure what they were for until she took two light brown bands from the package, sliding them over her wrist and then took a brush and a comb from the table. "I'm rusty with hair but this I can handle. It should be cute on you and we've only got time for something simple anyway," said Mrs. Baker, as she began brushing through his hair and glancing up at the clock. "Nine minutes." She took a moment straightening the middle part, and then began following it down the back of his head, sectioning with her comb. She brushed all the hair on the left side into his palm as she worked, and quickly he knew what the bands were for as he found her twisting the first one against his scalp. She wasn't as rusty as she thought, as it was only another minute before the other one was in and then she oddly took out the first one, repositioning it and then the other. She squirted some gel into her right hand and he felt it slick his head as she rubbed outward from the part. "I think higher might be better for what we're after here," said Mrs. Baker, stepping back, thinking aloud and getting excited glancing at her watch again. "I've got just enough time to match them to the dress." She now took two yellow bands from the package and rushed into the bedroom. She hurried, returning with a needle, some yellow thread, two large bows and a few spools of ribbon. He watched as it took her maybe thirty seconds to wrap the thread fastening the bows to the yellow bands, and the next thing he knew she was winding them into his hair. With her scissors, she clipped a half dozen or more long strands of ribbon before tying them near the bows and then he heard a snipping sound near his ear as she trimmed on each side. "Tell me you're almost done, please," Chris asked her as she took one more small package from the Walmart bag. "I think I have to pee." "Not now you're not, and I've got that covered if you have a little accident," Mrs. Baker took some earrings from their cardboard backing and slid them in. "I wasn't sure about these, but with your hair like this I just love them and they were cheap. Stand up honey. I think you're ready just in the nick of time." "Oh this sucks," Chris looked down at the dress and reached to the left side, grabbing his hair. "No way can I pull this off Mrs. B!" "No, no relax and take deep breaths," said Mrs. Baker, as she covered his eyes with her palm, soaking his head in a fruity scented hairspray. "Let me hear your softest, sweet voice. Say Hi I'm little Krissy." "Oh shit," Chris tried to stay calm as she dug through her purse. "Hi, I'm little Krissy." "Good, now even softer," Mrs. Baker held his chin and lifted her tweezers to his right brow. "Now focus and say it again." "Oh, easy there," cried Chris as she plucked again, saying it softer. "Hi I'm little Krissy. I'm Krissy." "Good girl," said Mrs. Baker, lifting his chin again. "That's perfect sweetie. Now you're just precious and let me just blend just a touch of color for my favorite painter. How ironic, right?" She unscrewed her mascara wand and just ever so slightly touched his upper lashes a few times. She then brushed on just a hint of soft pink blush and a rubbed her finger into a pale pink lip balm before sliding it over his lips. "Not funny Mrs. B.," Chris fumed as she wiped his finger in a tissue. "But I still have some of that paint under my nails." "I know, Picaso," Mrs. Baker ran inside getting her nail kit and digging under his finger nails. "Hands flat and fan out your fingers a little." Chris's eyes widened more with the pungent smell as she worked with her polish remover and her tools. It was a sickening smell that now filled his nostrils, as the doorbell rang and she finished up. "Just a minute, please," yelled Mrs. Baker as she quickly put on the polish cap and she took a pie from the freezer and tossed it in the oven. "Please, let's make this quick," begged Chris. "Just stand there with good posture and let me do most of the talking," said Mrs. Baker, helping him up and sliding the white knit sweater over his arms. "Do as I say and it'll be fine. Rush people and they get suspicious. Now you look really adorable, so just be like any other cute little girl." "I look adorable," said Chris sadly, ready to vomit as she took him by the hand. "Are we kidding here?" "You're really quite pretty actually, and I'm sure you don't remember this sweater I made you," said Mrs. Baker, leading him to the hallway mirror before he watched in horror as she tugged each pigtail, tightening them and one last time straightened his dress. "From when I was little, maybe," said Chris looking down at the three quarter sleeves. "No silly. Last year," said Mrs. Baker, rolling her eyes. "I just quickly cut down the sleeves and length so it would work with your dress, honey. Just act natural. You'll be fine." "Natural?" whined Chris, stunned at his new reflection and then turning towards the door. Gone was the pre-teen punk, trying to be cool with his low riding baggy pants and fly hip hop look, only to be replaced with some dainty little flower? He could hear his stomach oozing as he twisted, stunned at his view from every angle and grabbed the skirt to stop it from its swaying that hadquickly annoyed him. The only thing that looked natural to him was that he was used to his hair being parted down the middle, but it was hard to accept that it swung almost continuously in two high pigtails. The bands from the package were certainly invisible, hidden under solid yellow satin bows which held his geled brunette hair tightly against his head. From under the bows, his pigtails hung in the most simplistic loose hanging style, and were accompanied by loose variable length strands of yellow and white ribbon, providing just a mild decorative touch. From his ears hung tiny single canary yellow round stones, which dangled a touch below his lobes in a delicate fashion, and just the hints of makeup which were blended seamlessly to his complexion only embellishing his now precious girly appearance. If all this wasn't bad enough, he couldn't believe Mrs. Baker could even think that he could pull this off as he stared at himself trapped inside a little girl's yellow dainty dress and petite white sweater. On top the slim satin bodice hugged his thin frame under the open, short bolero length sweater and had short round cuffed sleeves which were visible under the sweater's three quarter sleeves. Around his waist, a thick organza sash was decorated in a series of bows that matched the ones in his hair, and at the back it was tied in a large bow which was well below the sweater's cropped length. Below it the tea length ruffled skirt was poofed out a bit from the thin matching yellow crinoline single layer, which showed slightly as it sat on a soft silk canary underlining. On his feet, shiny white patent Josmo open shank girl's shoes were fastened to his tootsies by their thin ankle straps. The shoes were round in front at the toe and heel with a small flat platform, and had open sides displaying the thin white ankle socks which exploded a few layers of ruffles above his ankles. "Anthony, please come in and meet little Krissy," said Mrs. Baker, kissing his cheek as he entered. "Oh, Doris she's as cute as a button," replied Anthony, coming in and squatting down, looking into his eyes. "Hello there sweetie." "Hi," replied Chris, meekly looking away. "Oh so pretty, and so shy," said Anthony. "Why are you hiding this little cutie in here, Doris? You should have brought her down to the office for some milk and cookies." "Oh, we've just been so busy," said Mrs. Baker. "You know I never get to see her, so I've been enjoying spoiling her just a little." "I bet," said Anthony. "That's such a pretty dress, honey. I bet auntie made that didn't she? She's so talented?" "Thank you," said Chris softly. "Yes." "Oh, Anthony please," said Mrs. Baker, turning on the charm. Once your granddaughter comes back, I'll whip her up something just as fancy if you'd like." "You're the best, Doris," said Anthony before squeezing his walkie talkie speaking. "Hello central, all clear and good at Mrs. Baker's residence. Looks like we'll have to keep searching for our vandal." "Well, you'll search again later," said Mrs. Baker, pointing towards the kitchen. "Come sit and have your coffee. I'm heating up a fresh apple pie I just made the other day." "Sound wonderful Doris, but you sure I'm not disturbing anything?" asked Anthony as they headed to the kitchen sitting down and he saw it covered with her nail supplies and ribbon. "Please, the coffee is ready but the pie will need a few minutes," said Mrs. Baker, flicking her wrist and getting the coffee mugs. "All I was doing were Krissy's nails, anyway." "Oh, well don't let me stop you," Anthony sat down. "Just let me know when to take the pie out of the oven and we can talk while you do them." "How thoughtful of you," Mrs. Baker shot Chris a look. "Fan out your fingers again sweetie, and auntie will work while we talk." She poured him some coffee as Chris had little choice while she worked with her emory board. They sat chatting, shooting the breeze and laughing as Chris sat silently while she worked on filing and rounding nails. "So have you enjoyed your stay here with your Aunt, Krissy?" Anthony asked as Mrs. Baker filed. "Oh yes," said Chris shyly. "She's a lot of fun." "I bet," said Anthony. "Doing anything special while you're here?" "Umm, well just regular girls type stuff," said Chris. "Nails and makeup. You know?" "She's amazing," said Anthony. "She can sew anything, and everyone in the community asks for her help. I bet she's like the cool aunt in the family, right?" "Yes, well she's very creative," Chris gave her a look as the oven beeped. "Should I get it?" Anthony stood up to help as they heard the doorbell ring as well. "No sit. You're my guest. I'll get it and we can have some pie soon," said Mrs. Baker, taking the pie from the oven and then running for the door. "Just give me a second ok?" "Hey Doris!" Her neighbor was at the door. "Oh hello Jeanine," replied Mrs. Baker. "Hey Anthony," Jeanine waved. "And who is that pretty little one? I thought you were watching your old neighbor's son?" "Oh, no just her daughter?" said Mrs. Baker ready to kill her. "You know I'm not good with boys, so I just took her. He's a bit older." "Hey sweetie?" said Jeanine, coming over and looking Chris right in the eye. "Aren't you just adorable? You must be going out to a nice dinner in that pretty little dress." "Oh no, we haven't decided yet but she loves being dressed up," said Mrs. Baker. "Plus it's just something I just whipped up for her." "I hate you, Doris," Jeanine said. "You're so damn talented! But wait... isn't that similar to the color you're making my granddaughter's dress in? I just stopped by to see if it was ready yet. You know she'll need it tomorrow right?" "How could I forget Jeanine?" said Mrs. Baker, just realizing it. "It'll be ready no problem. I made Krissy's dress from some of the excess material, so if you like that then I'm sure you'll love your granddaughter's dress." "I absolutely love it! It's gorgeous and the color looks even prettier now that I see more than just a little swatch," squealed Jeanine. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt anything? I just wanted to stop and check on the dress." "No, no sit Jeanine," said Doris grinning, knowing her friend. "Anthony and I were chatting while I was doing Krissy's nails, and just about to serve the pie." "Oh, let me help you," said Jeanine, taking Chris's hands looking at his nails. "I love doing nails." "It's fine Jeanine," said Mrs. Baker. "I'm pretty much finished. They just need a good shaping and buffing." "Oh stop trying to always do everything for everybody, Doris," said Jeanine digging through her purse. "I just picked this up the other day for Kayla, so it'll be perfect for Krissy for tonight. I'll finish them if you'd like." "Oh, just relax Jeanie," said Mrs. Baker seeing her take a nail polish bottle from her purse and shaking it up. "You're a guest here too so why don't you have some pie." "Are you kidding! I'd love to help in any way I can after all you do for me, and it's a quick dry polish so it'll be fast," said Jeanie, unscrewing the cap and moving Chris's wrist. "I'm barely fitting in my dress as it is tomorrow, so let Anthony enjoy it. Now fan out your fingers for me sweetie. Trust me, this is going to look sensational with that dress." Chris gave a nasty glance over to Mrs. Baker as Jeanine wasn't taking no for an answer as he watched a streak of yellow slide down his thumb nail. He tried to stay calm as before he knew it both hands were flat on the table coated in yellow. It was so humiliating, as a stranger blew on his nails and they gossiped as Anthony tuned out most of their chatter, really enjoying the pie. "Well then Krissy is staying all week, right?" Jeanine asked, working on the second coat. "Well yes why?" replied Mrs. Baker, getting anxious. "Oh this is so perfect," Jeanine took a bottle of clear coat polish from her purse. "My little Kayla is staying all week too, until the wedding next weekend. I've got so many things planned, but now she can also have someone her own age to do all the activities with. This couldn't be more perfect." "All week," sighed Chris. "You want me to play with her all week and she'll be here tomorrow?" "No, I didn't say tomorrow honey," said Jeanine, painting on the clear coat. "Oh ok?" said Chris, shaking his head as Mrs. Baker was placing the plates in the sink and rinsing them. "I meant today," said Jeanine happily. "Tomorrow I need her dress, but she'll be here any minute!"