“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it!”
“Didn’t do what?” Babsie asked, stepping into the room.
“Whatever it is that you’re accusing me of.”
Babsie laughed for a moment, then sobered.
“Now, did you or did you not cause your Auntie Psy problems while I was gone?”
“Well, that depends on what you mean by problems,” Storm replied cheekily.
“You may as well ‘fess up. I’ve already spoken to Rogue.”
“Well, well, well, maybe Rogue is trying to frame me – we are identical twins. Maybe Auntie Psy thought Rogue was me.”
Babsie gave her a long look.
“Or maybe you’re just trying to pass the blame onto your sister.”
“And maybe I’m not.”
“Storm,” Babsie sighed.
“Mum,” she replied.
“Look, I don’t care who is was ok? But if it was you, then don’t do it again, and quit trying to wriggle out of your responsibilities. As corny as it sounds, honesty is the best policy.”
“Ok Mum.”
“And I don’t want to hear of any of you causing Psy any more problems while I’m working ok? She’s not very good with kids.”
“I noticed.”
Babsie raised an eyebrow. Storm smiled innocently.
“On another note, I’ve noticed a...” Babsie paused. “Never mind, just, do me a favour and don’t go out of the house unless there’s an adult with you ok?”
“Is this about the car that’s out front?”
“You noticed it too?”
Storm nodded.
“Well, yes, it is. And I don’t want you scaring the other kids either.” She warned.
“Ok, I won’t.”
“Good.”
“Does Dad know?”
Babsie didn’t answer.