gray eye to gray eye

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After being tormented by Emma and Mrs. Jimmick for a long time, I was forced to call out several times, and finally managed to escape by pretending to yawn after another.

"Honey, go to bed early too!" Mrs. Jimick persuaded Emma who was still in excitement.

"Well, you should go to bed earlier!" Emma stood up and said, "Thank you for the midnight snack, it's very delicious!"

Mrs. Jimick showed a big smile on her face, and began to tidy up the small round table carefully...

For me, although life is poor, it is definitely not difficult.

When I was almost two years old, I was able to express myself in words very smoothly. Mrs. Jimick was free and started teaching me how to read.

Mrs. Jimick has a pair of round reading glasses with a long chain, which was bought for her by her deceased son. The old lady cherishes it very much and does not take it out easily. Even when watching TV, she only squints her eyes or listens to the Just listen to the sound.

Sometimes the old lady rubbed the chains on her eyes, and she became sad when she taught her, and talked about Ham's affairs.

Ham was the nickname for Mrs Jimick's son.

I try my best to play the role of a qualified listener to satisfy this kind old lady's desire to talk...

"Honey, I bet little Sharon is the smartest baby I've ever seen!" Mrs. Jimick praised me to Emma more than once.

"Haha, of course, because she is my little princess!" Emma smiled wantonly, her face full of pride.

I rolled my eyes a little behind, and put today's newspaper back on the table.

"Oh, no, dear, darling, that's so unladylike!" exclaimed Emma.

I yawned a little bored.

Emma was so angry that she yelled "Wow"...

In less than a week, I will be two years old.

Even though money is still tight, Emma went to the cake shop where she used to work and ordered a small cake for me in advance.

Emma will be due in four months, and she is trying to find a formal job. Of course, for Emma without any academic qualifications, this is not an easy task.

Today, I am bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun.

There was a sudden knock on the door and rude shouts from outside the yard.

Having lived in Barrow, UK for two years, I have to admit that few countries come close when it comes to gentlemanliness.

Of course, this refers to good men!

"Who is it?" I asked vigilantly against the courtyard door.

"I'm little Doug, grandma, grandma, open the door, I'm back..."

The man who called himself Little Doug grabbed the yard door and shook it vigorously, while stretching his neck and screaming.

Mrs. Jimick, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, ran out on tiptoe, and responded excitedly, "Oh, is it Little Doug? I can't believe it, you're really back..."

I quietly retreated to Emma and I's room, my heart flashed with gloom.

Mrs. Jimick's grandson, Douglas, is 24 years old. He arrived home with nothing but a dirty change of clothes. He was thin, unshaven, with tangled hair and eyes that kept rolling. turn...

"Little Doug, grandma's poor little baby, go take a bath first, you can have dinner soon..." Mrs. Jimick pushed Douglas into the bathroom, trotting in and out, looking for Douglas Toiletries and clothes.

Even though dinner was an extravagant steak and vegetable salad, and Mrs. Jimick even dug out a bottle of red wine, I didn't want to go to dinner at all, because I had to follow that person who always seemed to assess the value of something. The men looking around sat together.

When Emma came back, I rushed to open the yard door.

"Oh, mommy's little princess is beautiful again today!" Emma still gave me a big hug and loud kisses with enthusiasm.

"Emma, ​​you have to be careful, Mrs. Jimmick's grandson is back, he is a rude villain!" I obediently let Emma pick me up, and took the opportunity to warn Emma in her ear.

Emma held my hand tightly, showing a trace of fear on her face, but she was quickly restrained and nodded at me.

The way Douglas looked at Emma made me shudder.

Only Mrs. Jimmick hadn't felt anything to introduce to the two...

At night, Emma checked the door lock carefully, and worriedly moved the small bedside cabinet behind the door to resist it.

I silently watched Emma doing these things, hoping in my heart that it would be useless. Obviously, this was just a wishful thinking.

In the middle of the night there was a loud knocking at the door and a hushed shout from Douglas.

I moved my arms.

Emma turned over and hugged me tightly in her arms, and blocked my ears...

How Douglas got back from the army, I don't know, he soon became friends with a group of bad boys in the town.

It was a good thing for me and Emma, ​​Douglas was out there all day, and he told Mrs Jimmick that he was trying to find work.

The food on our table was even poorer, for Mrs. Jimick believed her grandson's lies and tried to save money so that Douglas could spend it where it might be needed.

When Douglas was home, I would try to avoid him, or follow Mrs. Jimick every step of the way.

The money Mrs. Jimick saved was naturally not enough for Douglas to go out to eat, drink and have fun.

Soon, the old lady found that some of her jewelry was missing.

Douglas swears that he didn't do it himself, and hints that there are outsiders in Mrs. Jimick's house.

Although, in the end, Mrs. Jimick did not pursue the matter further, it sounded an alarm in my heart.

In the evening I recounted the matter to Emma, ​​adding certain details to enhance Emma's attention.

"Emma, ​​I don't like it here, I'm afraid!"

Emma put her arms around me and thought for a long time. Before dinner, she told Mrs. Jimick that she had found a good job and needed to move there...

Mrs. Jimick was reluctant to explain many things to Emma, ​​but she didn't stop her.

"I'll come back to see you!" Emma promised with a smile.

Mrs Jimmick wiped the corners of her eyes and nodded.

What makes me happy is that Emma has really found a relatively stable job. It is a large supermarket where she used to work part-time. There are several salespersons selling cosmetics and toiletries. The basic salary is It's pitifully small, but every time you sell one, you can get a 15% commission. This month, NO.[-] started to work. Although Emma was not full yet, the supermarket still hired her, but it was more than three months before she was full. They are not counted as regular employees every month, and there is no basic salary, only a commission.

Emma took out all the savings in her hand and counted and counted, searching the streets and alleys near the supermarket all day long, hoping to rent a room as cheap as possible.

Now, Emma and I are temporarily living in a cheap, dirty motel...

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