*this original, non-edited copy of Whispers is limited edition. Look for the edited version on my page*
"She cannot be trusted. And if you choose poorly, we will surely fail."
"But Mother Nature, she has helped me ever since she has been around! She...
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"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming mom."
Shayel smiled at his words. Even Laehal didn't remember that she was actually his babysitter. No one in the neighbourhood new her as the babysitter, so she just went for "Mother." This was, after all, a huge neighbourhood. No one had really got to know Mr. and Mrs. Kindley. But that didn't stop Shayel from moving the boy and herself to another neighbourhood across town, near the forest.
The story about the Kindley's was that they had died. So Laehal had to take up her name, Lang. They "moved" into town, and she had gotten birth certificates made by a sneaky fellow...
Laehal's school had no idea.
Shayel impatiently tapped her fingers on the door as she waited for "her son" to come down the stairs and put on his coat and shoes. She already had her coat, shoes, and purse.
"Mom do you have the keys?" Laehal called from the top of the stairs.
"Um...yeah, of course I do." Shayel bounded around the room looking for her blasted car keys.
Not here...not here...oh where could they be?
"Mom. You left them on the hook by the door..." Laehal trailed off when he saw Shayel laying on her stomach on the table, trying to reach the middle where a cluster of papers were sitting. Shayel froze and then came to her senses, climbing off the table and brushing off her coat.
"Right."
She walked over to the door and took the keys off the hook, opening the door awkwardly and stepping into the car. She turned it on and Laehal climbed in the front and they set off.
She dropped him off at his school, which went from Kindergarten to grade 9, and then continued to her job: the cupcake shop.
It was named "The Icing Shak" and they sold all kinds of flavours. From vanilla to red velvet, chocolate to peanut butter. And the whole works of toppings. Cookies and sprinkles, icings--the best in all of the neighbourhood--and candies.
Her average amount sold a day was 5 dozen. And she always made more than 9 dozen batches, just in case. But, of course, not all at once. That would just be stupid.
She had just unlocked the door and put her purse on her chair behind the desk when the bell on the door dinged cheerfully.
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