The Babysitter: My Turn (Part Three) by Suzanne Ferrari
Dan wasn’t home the next time that Lauren came over. She’s had an extra key for as long as I can remember. I wasn’t expecting her so I was upstairs putting away laundry and I didn’t even hear her come in.
I’ll admit I wasn’t exactly dressed for company, I was wearing some old shorts, and a baggy t-shirt, and my hair was in a messy bun.