“Good morning, Mrs. Nanny.” I greeted the older woman on the phone. She would normally call to ask me to do something for her since her son was so busy. I wasn’t going very many places since I had that stalker feeling. I didn’t want to worry Issac about it, so I hadn’t told him.

“My favorite little neighbor girl.” Yeah, this was going to be good. She always tried to butter me up before asking anything. “I was wondering what you are doing tonight.” I thought for a ...