On New Year’s Eve at 6 P.M., my doorbell rang and I opened it to find—Devon and Nia.
“Hi Aunt Vet,” they said, rushing past me into my apartment. Devon sat down on the couch and started flicking the channels while Nia headed for the cookie jar.
“Daddy sent us over here until he got back from picking up his girlfriend from work. He said he didn’t think you would mind,” Devon said.
Okay. Now Keith was on my bad side. You don’t f**k up the groove of a woman who hasn’t gotten any in a while.
With Danita working a double and her sisters were God-knows-where, I faced no choice but put on my baby sitter’s hat. Since their father “forgot” to feed them, my thoughts turned to what to cook or order when the doorbell rang. Hoping against hope it was Keith I opened the door to find Martin.
“Hi,” I
