She watched her daughter go into the kitchen as ordered. "That girl, honestly." The girl's father chuckled, eliciting a stern look from his wife. "She's not too keen on this idea, is she?" He grunted, pulling his shoes on. "And I can't honestly say I blame her." "Well, she'll just have to get used to it." "She's right about one thing." He replied. "She's old enough to look after herself." He looked carefully at his wife. "What was the reason for the babysitter again?" Mel's mother didn't like being questioned. "That girl has no common sense. She needs someone to.
