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“Focus.”
Belinda pulled back and popped her lips, sarcastically replying, “As opposed to the skipping that I am currently doing?”
Edmund rolled his eyes. “ Concentrate. ”
“Bossy,” Francesca chirped cheerily, just passing through.
Two young pairs of eyes swiveled in her direction. “He started it, auntie!” “She won’t listen!”
Fran instantly regretted getting involved. She decided it was best if she pretended she wasn’t here. Familiar, grubby hands tugged, knowing the game.
So she closed her eyes.
“Shhh. Be with us,” they chorused, playing along.
She burst out laughing, side stepping and dodging, running away. Never confessing where she would hide.