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A car whizzes down the countryside, revving and roaring with each shift of the gear and press of the gas pedal. The air felt and smelt so much cleaner than L.A., her choice in moving having been more than a welcome one when she made it nearly 5 years ago. Adelaide mused on her life choices, how much had changed and how much simply stayed the same. Well she was still a pain in the ass (literally) to lecherous men, and Charlie now at the ripe age of 5 was just beginning to learn the benefits of climbing trees (Adelaide having to catch him from falling and scolding him for it more than once). She chuckled to herself, life certainly was a funny thing, and sometimes it was a tragic one.

Her mind wandered to darker places, her parents, her uncle, the Reese family now in their own time of crisis, two members simply...vanishing.  Life could be unsettling sure, but for a father and his own child to suddenly disappear, it was just uncanny, coincidental even. The evidence seemed to point to the father kidnapping the child out of sheer insanity and devastation over his recent losses; who knew what his other children were going through. Maybe her neighbor will figure it out, that detective with those bright blue eyes and just tussled enough hair. Adelaide didn’t see him often, probably the conflicting schedules of a Nanny and an officer of the law, but when she did...man was he a looker. That being said, dating and relationships were the furthest thing from her mind, right now what mattered, was caring for those kids; they need their ‘Auntie’.

Shifting the gears she sped her way down the road, she knew Ana didn’t approve of tardiness, but beaut of a car had her covered.  An ‘81 Trans Am, it was her Uncle’s, after his death she kept it as a memento, it even had some upgrade and alterations to the original, like having a stick shift transmission; automatics were for pussies anyway.
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After some time she made it to the Victorian estate of Annabelle Dawson, the loaded and way too uptight lawyer, also her employer. Despite that description, Adelaide had some real appreciation for the woman, she was dedicated, focused and damn good at her job. That also being said, the money she was paid was real good, allowed her to have a home and buy clothing befit for presentation in front of her children, like the purple button up blouse that covered her tat and non-hole filled denims she wore.  The dull revving of the Trans Am filled the air as it pulled into the driveway.

Interestingly enough someone was at the door...with flowers?  Weird, didn’t think Ana would have found another Romeo given some of the stuff she’d heard about her ex. [color=7B68EE][i]’Huh… guess I’ll brighten the Boss’ day up’[/i][/color], she thought. Getting out of her car and closing the door, she casually strut over to the flower boy and piped up [color=7B68EE]”Can I help you or something?”[/color] The kid looked nervous, but stuttered out, “y-y-yes I’m hear t-to deliver some FLOWERS” his voice cracked. He coughed before continuing, “flowers t-t-o a uh…” he looked down at the card, “Ms…. uhh Daw-”. Adelaide had enough [color=7B68EE]”Yea-yeah, that’s me, give me the damn clipboard”[/color] she snatched the board from the kids hand, quickly forging her boss’ signature, shoved the clipboard back into his hands and snagged the flowers, [color=7B68EE]”Thanks kid, now buzz off”[/color] she jerked her head towards his car as he squealed in distress and bolted. [color=7B68EE]”Tsk...nobody need that shit”[/color] Turning to the door, she rapped on it with her knuckles before opening it, [color=7B68EE]”Oh Lucyyyy, I’m hooooommmme!”[/color][/center]