KILLER CARL

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addison and sydney entered the gallagher household, where the morning bustle was already in full swing

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addison and sydney entered the gallagher household, where the morning bustle was already in full swing. fiona was juggling liam while trying to coax him onto the potty, her voice filled with a mix of exasperation and affection.

"hey," addison greeted with a tired smile, taking in the familiar chaos. "morning." sydney chimed in, dropping her backpack by the door.

fiona's efforts with liam were met with half-hearted enthusiasm from the baby, who seemed more interested in the promise of candy and cars than potty training.

"come on, liam, let's give it a try," fiona encouraged, her tone coaxing yet firm. "ah, rewards for shitting. the good old days," carl sighed as he passed by the table, earning a chuckle from the others.

"hey, let me help." steve offered, walking over to her from the fridge. "okay, cool." fiona nodded, handing him liam and the baby toilet with a grateful smile. "when he starts holding his breath and squinting, put him on this," she instructed.

"the power bill?" he inquired, pulling out a crisp one hundred dollar bill. addison arched a brow, sharing a glance with debbie, who looked equally surprised. "damn steve!" sydney remarked, impressed by the gesture.

fiona huffed, attempting to move past him. she wasn't one to accept help easily. "come on, i'm almost living here," steve persisted.

"no, you're not." fiona firmly stated, rejecting his offer. "lip gave me enough to pay for it yesterday. i—i picked up a shift at the motel and forgot to walk it to the payment center."

"four hundred and thirty bucks? lip's a bit flush this month." steve remarked, eyeing the bill skeptically. the amount seemed unusually high for a teenager.

"that's 'cause it's sat season." addison explained with a knowing look, just as lip descended the stairs. "he's always flush during sat season." debbie added proudly.

"sat?" steve inquired. "college tests." ian clarified, joining the conversation. "he tutors?" the man assumed. "uh, no. takes." lip clarified, his tone carrying a hint of pride in his unconventional hustle.

"okay. go play with your cars." fiona instructed, smoothly passing the baby over to lip.

ian piped up, "oh, hey, i got another lead for you."

lip nodded in acknowledgment, "oh, set it up, douche. i'm taking it for someone else today, but, uh, there's another session in two weeks." he confirmed, deftly managing liam in his arms. "all right." ian agreed with a nod.

"don't take the phone today, okay? i need it." fiona called out. "i need it." debbie announced with assertion. "for what?" ian chuckled lightly. "cold calling for babysitting gigs. we sound more mature on the phone." sydney explained.

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