Bianca shoved Little Katie up onto the newest ride at Disneyland in Anaheim. Someone’s eyes were burning a hole through her back. She turned around and carefully scrutinized the crowd waiting in line behind her for their turn.
No one was looking back at her. She shrugged.
“Katie looks like she’s having a wonderful time.” Mrs. Shipley waved at her daughter. Wearing a Rochas sleeveless dress, she hugged her favorite babysitter around her shoulders and smiled even more broadly than Katie. “Thanks to you, of course. Always thanks to you, Bianca.”
The blond urchin with blue eyes waved back merrily as she started on the Dumbo the Flying Elephant ride.
Mr. Shipley nodded, agreeing with everything his wife said. He had just appeared with his flashy new camera equipment. He whipped out the SLR that must have cost at least $5000.00 and took a movie of his daughter as she shrieked and enjoyed herself.
“Here, I snapped a photo of Katie as she was getting on the ride.” Bianca brought up the image on her iPhone.
Mrs. Shipley gawked at it. She enthused about what a wonderful photographer Katie’s new permanent babysitter was.
Bianca’s own smile died. She hadn’t noticed the brown-haired, brown-eyed nineteen-year-old when she took the snapshot. The five foot eight inch dude wearing tennis shoes looked all too familiar. Skulking in the shadows, he confronted Bianca with a brassy, bold stare while leaning against a flagpole.
Harry Fellini just wouldn’t go away. No matter how many times she told him to.