Girl From Down the Street: Part 1
Sarah squeezed the washcloth in her hands, the mixture of water and orange goo dripped out into the sink. She rewet the cloth with the faucet and dropped to her knees, mopping up the toddler’s rejected dinner. Sammy laughed from above her as he stuck pieces of cereal into his mouth, using his whole fist to do so. Rising from the floor, Sarah again rinsed the cloth out in the sink. Satisfied with the state of the kitchen floor, she left the room, walked down the carpeted hall, and tossed the rag in the wash basket. She made the throw without even needing to look or turn on the light to illuminate the dark room. Sarah had been babysitting for the Wheelers, twice a month, for a year now. She knew their home nearly as …