Sugar Crash (20 page)

"I thought you said I couldn't say that word."

I turned to see Jordan standing in the doorway again. Her timing, when it suited her, was perfect.
 

With a smirk, she said, "I need my green shirt."

"Where is it?"
 

"I don't know, Mother. That's why I'm asking you."

I closed my eyes and tried very hard to remember how the book said I was supposed to deal with a difficult teen.
 

"Jordan, it's not okay to speak to me that way."
 

"Well, what am I supposed to wear then?"

"Find something."

"Whatever," she said and stalked off towards her room. No doubt to tear her closet apart in an effort to drive me crazy.

I looked down at the pathetic excuse for a cup of coffee and swallowed it in one gulp.
 

"Mommy, I need you to brush my hair," Kayla hollered from her room.

I grabbed the broken coffee carafe, tossed it in the garbage, and with a sigh I'm sure could be heard through the neighborhood, made my way back through the sludge to get my daughters ready for school. The good thing about starting off my day in chaos was that it couldn't get much worse.
 

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