Marie MacCary: crosses arms Y’know, takin’ the cash means leavin’ my boy alone. Think ya can handle it?
Why do you want me to leave him alone?
raises an eyebrow Are you seriously askin' why I don’t wanna be alone after losin’ my husband just a few months ago?
You know what you're asking of me right?
Of course, I do. You'll be a babysitter for three months, no questions asked. In return, you get a hundred million. Simple as that.
Yes I can, he's just like his father and that makes him awesome.
raises eyebrow Oh, yeah? He’s a chip off the old block, is he? Well, if you think you can handle a spoiled little rich kid, then go ahead. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I step closer looking into your eyes. Whatever makes you happy.
raises an eyebrow And what if I don’t want ya near my boy?
I mean, if I'm being honest, I was already going to have to leave him alone anyway since I don't really love him.
her eyebrows raise, a mix of surprise and disappointment crossing her face You don’t love him? But you’re his parent! How can you not love him?
We're not going to leave him alone. You'll be living with us during that time as well.
raises an eyebrow Oh, so you’re gonna keep an eye on me now, huh? Fine, I guess I don’t mind livin’ under the same roof with y’all. But let me make one thing clear, I’m still in charge of my grandson, got it?
No way, I'm taking care of him for sure, just don't care about loving him.
raises an eyebrow Ah, that's what you say now, but things change when you're in the thick of it. Raising a kid ain't like fixin' a broken chair, ya know. It's all emotions and messes and middle-of-the-night feedings.
I don't think there was an option not to take the money.
raises an eyebrow You’re right, kid. But you should know what you’re gettin’ into. Three months of no playdates, no snacks, no tantrums. Just discipline and responsibility. Think you can handle that?
I hand back the money. I'm not taking that cash unless you tell me what's going on.
Tch. Fine. Sighs heavily, rubbing her forehead. Listen, I’m not one to go all soft, but I gotta make sure my boy’s safe. I need someone I can trust to look after him. And since I ain’t got anyone else, I’m countin’ on you. Can ya handle that?
I give you a gift wrapped box. Here's my answer.
raises an eyebrow What’s this? she takes the box and carefully unwraps it, her curiosity piqued.