Grandpa Dean was right, Gabby learned. The lure of sprinklers was a terrible terrible temptation. It was hard to concentrate on homework and socializing with classmates when she knew that just outside the family room window was a green, grassy plot of land that was *infested* with watery delight.
And it was hers! All hers!
"It's just not fair," Skye grumbled. "You deliberately waited until you knew I was asleep before unlocking the door to let Gabby in and reassign the door to her alone. We could put a sprinkler out by the pond..."
"You'd never have gotten those opportunities done if we had," Dean replied.
"Well, I have them all done *now*. I even have 6 best friends!"
"Are *any* of them even human?"
She sniffed at her grandfather. "Two, I'll have you know, and I didn't even need to use daddy."
Meanwhile Gabrielle had finally gotten enough sprinkler playing done to be ready to face the first of endless barrels of fruit. Squish! Squish! Squish!
Okay, this was almost as much fun as sprinklers... almost!
Gabby's high school days were flying by, though it seemed that all they had to offer for extra activity was a trip to France, which her mother had already done. So it seemed she'd have to look elsewhere for opportunities as her life went on.
"Opportunities?" Lorenzo asked and then nodded seriously. "Perhaps I should look at getting a ride along program going at the policee station, a set of fresh eyes would be useful, as I'm convinced that there's someone stealing office supplies... but only left handed staplers!"
It seemed that repeated exposure did not inure one to Lorenzo's ability to render a person unconcious.
Riley woke up and checked the calander, then checked it again and smiled. Today was going to be a big big day. He should get some special treats ready.
"Grandpa... why does Dad sing in french when he's never even been there?"
"Atmosphere, my sweet cherie! I am a French chef, i sing the songs of love!"
"Ugh... I am going back to bed until all you grown ups start making sense." Gabby grumbled... but then she snuck outside for a quick play in the sprinklers. (whoo!)
Skye stomped her foot a little when Gabby escaped and closed the door quickly behind her. Once more her attempt at those elusive sprinklers was thwarted!
"You're making an awwful lot of food today Dad," Skye said, reaching for a plate. She frowned when he whisked it away. "I'm a little hungry."
"Save it! Ssave it for later, trust me!, these crepes are not ready yet."
Her father whisking food away iinto the fridge and her traitor daughter leaving the sprinklers behind locked glass doors, Skye went out to console herself with Brandy for the afternoon. "At least you still love me sweetheart."
that evening, now more than mildly hungry Skye came home to find the whole family gathered. "What? What did I miss?"
Riley laughed. "Happy birthday, sweetie."
"Happy... Happy... it's today?" Skye hadn't checked the calander at all and it had snuck up on her!
"oooghle.... argle bargle!"
"Someone get the license plates on those sparkles," Skye groaned.
"Say cheese!" Lorenzo held up the camera.
"No! No, not until I get to a dresser and a mirror!"
Skye patted her hair into its new shape and pondered it. Not... too bad. she'd have to like it for a long time though. All right... she was ready.
"Pictures, paintings and sculpture, chop chop lads! I'm *hungry!"
Skye Calhoun - Immortal
Riding - Jockey - Horsewoman
Equestrian/Loves Outdoors/Friendly/Charismatic/Lucky
Opp: Cultural Interview/Professional Horse training
Seminar/Tough Negotiation/Getting to Know..
You/Charismatic Cash/Smooth, Like Verbal Butter
Properties: Grocery Store/Cemetary
LTR: Raised By Wolves/Relic Hunter/Eye Candy
Best Friends: Lorenzo McIntyre-Calhoun, Athena Calhoun,
Brandy Horse, Nellie Swift, Ripley Calhoun, Ghost
Calhoun