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Jeannette swings along one of the upper branches, reaching to tug herself up a little higher. House and Foreman (and the baby, of course) are all inside the house. Probably cooing over how smart and cute the baby is, again.
Sulking to herself, Jeannette glances toward the back door, checking for any possible witnesses. Michael's distracted, luckily, so no one will see her climbing higher than she's supposed to. She can handle it, anyway. She's great at climbing, except for that time she got stuck. That was a fluke, anyway.
Halfway onto the next level, she loses her grip. There's a split-second where she scrambles, but it's in vain. With a loud shriek, Jeannette hurls toward the ground and lands with a loud, sharp thud. For a brief moment, she can only stare in shock.
Until, of course, the pain starts.
Sulking to herself, Jeannette glances toward the back door, checking for any possible witnesses. Michael's distracted, luckily, so no one will see her climbing higher than she's supposed to. She can handle it, anyway. She's great at climbing, except for that time she got stuck. That was a fluke, anyway.
Halfway onto the next level, she loses her grip. There's a split-second where she scrambles, but it's in vain. With a loud shriek, Jeannette hurls toward the ground and lands with a loud, sharp thud. For a brief moment, she can only stare in shock.
Until, of course, the pain starts.