June 16

“Look at my mass killing,” said Carrie.
The kitchen sink and counters were coated in tiny toxified ant bodies. Carrie was busy spraying anything that moved with an aerosol can.
Carrie was also waiting for response from her job application.
“I sent it out Saturday,” she said. “And I already got something for a position of shift manager at Hardees. Good grief! I guess they saw my degree title: Emergency Preparedness. They must have emergencies too.”
“Yeah, ‘Where are the fries?’” Frances yelled.
“’DIET COKE!!!’ ‘DIET!!!’” Carrie cried.
“I think Hardees would go out of business,” said Frances, “because Carrie would always be yelling, ‘Get to work!’, and they’d be like, ‘You know you what, I quit!’”
Frances had already received his first warning of the day from Carrie, after he had requested a snack during his math session.
“Frances, you will not touch a single morsel of digestible substance, until you are done.”
“What does that mean?” Frances asked, trying not to laugh.
Later, Carrie began to prepare lunch, saying something about how the only thing that Frances and Linnea had eaten the previous day was “crap”. She prepared a lunch of homemade healthy spaghetti, which was very good, but Frances was having qualms with the dish.
“No!” Frances moaned. “I hate tomatoes. The only kind of tomato I like is a smashed potato. I mean tomato.”
“Lunch time!” Carrie called. “This is highly nutritious.”
“And highly flammable,” Frances whispered.
Later that afternoon after Puck’s nap, he dug around in the dirt with Linnea under the old tire swing tree. Collette, Joe, and Frances played some frisbee. And then Wally and Curly arrived. After a brief discussion on Relevance’s fingernails, they sat around in a circle in the living room and decided what to do.
Collette, Frances, Linnea, and Puck left at four. Collette would be bringing Frances and Linnea to Frances’ ball game that warm evening in Old St. Peters. So there were fish tacos, Nintendo, and red chocolate ice cream cones back home before it was time leave.
By the evening, Collette had found it: Puck’s new tooth. He was very unwilling to let her see it though. Puck was very private about his teeth and squirmed every time.