Kaitlyn tried not to focus on the voices floating up the stairs. Instead, she tried to think about food. Every time, Jas....every, single... cheesecake ...your Mom and I... apple pie ...it's not like there... pizza ...and every time I do... more pizza ...you two are so... pizza? Kaitlyn's stomach rumbled. Good, good. No, bad! What was she thinking? "The fridge is downstairs, Genius." Kaitlyn muttered to herself.
She slid off her bed and stared down at the elephant in her hands. "Hi, Smoky." She said quietly, and her eyes darted around until she was sure the room was safe from prying eyes. "I haven't talked to you since like, fifth grade. Does that make me a bad Mommy?" Smoky just stared at her with light blue glass eyes. Kaitlyn tossed her stuffed elephant back on the bed. "Yeah, me too." She agreed with the inanimate object. About what? Who cared....