So, Jared didn't want to talk about what happened, huh?Keren ground her teeth together.
He had taken his revenge, but he did it using Character-Kizzy. Not by making Keren out to be a bad person in the play. Oh no, that would have been too simple. His way of getting back at her was to make her look like a stupid clown in front of the whole world.
And making a mint from it!
For the next few minutes, Keren’s temper snapped silently at Kizzy’s silly, brainless antics. Of course, he had to include the time when she'd sharpened a pencil so short it got stuck in the school's manual pencil sharpener.
"Jerk," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest, and staring at the screen.
Every kid had a pencil sharpener story. Okay, so not every story included drop kicking the pencil out of the sharpener. She groaned softly. And if that wasn't bad enough, Jared had to include what a failure she was in the kitchen. She still barely had a handle on macaroni and cheese, but no one else needed to know that.Yeah, they'd tasted bad: but did the class need to vote her off the snack list?
Well, Jared hadn’t been a perfect child either. Her lips pursed. He’d like to experiment with cooking and laundry detergent, separately of course, only he’d kept his experiments private. Where she’d been flamboyant, he’d been reserved. Did that make him better than her?
No!
"Look, Mommy," Sawyer said as the credits rolled.
Insult to injury followed. Keren watched as Kizzy threw her arms around Tenny, blinked up at him and said, "You’re my hero, Tenny," like the love struck silly girl she had never been.
Oh, someone was in big trouble. She fumed. She’d never behaved that way with Jared. In fact, if anyone had been crushing, it was Jared. She'd never had time for silly love stuff.
She’d been too interested in climbing trees and solving mysteries in nature. Jared had preferred working in the school lab to being outdoors. If not for her intervention, he’d never have left school grounds.
Taking deep, calming breaths, Keren pushed to her feet. Smashing the DVD was tempting, but she hated showing anger in front of her son. Instead, she decided to bake a cake. From scratch.But, there was Kizzy, apron around her waist, making peanut butter and ketchup sandwiches for the class for recess the next day.
Yeah, it'd taste bad, but she'd eat the whole thing herself and wallow in her fury.
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