I have been a babysitter to the five-year-old boy, Josh, who is the son of Mark and Margaux.
“Sophie, my brother, Liam will be coming a little later. Just let him in.”
“How would I know he is Liam?”
“Oh wait...”
Then Margaux showed me a photo of Liam.
“But this was six years ago when I got married. Haven’t seen him for awhile, he is a soldier and has been out for some time.”
“Oh okay.”
So the couple went out to go to a company party. After an hour, I heard the doorbell and I went to the door. When I opened it, a tall man stood in front of me. In his military combat camouflage suit holding his bag in one hand.
“Hi! Is Margaux there?”
“Who are you?”
As I held Josh, I examined his looks which were awesome by the way. He has neat stubble and soft shag hair. His nose was of the Greek
