First Floor Lobby, Saturday Afternoon
So the island, in one of its ineffable fits of pique, had started filling itself with random alternate-universe children from the future. Probably because of all the people who just had sex last night. Since none of them -- at least not yet -- seemed to belong to her, Agnes was going to do the sensible thing and hide in her room until they left.
...No, no, she wasn't, was she? That's what she would like to do. What she was GOING to do was be helpful and dependable, because it was impossible for her not to be. She didn't even like kids all that much.
She was still arguing with herself about it while she made and set up the sign in the lobby that said "FREE BABYSITTING". And made bologna and cheese sandwiches with the crusts cut off.
...No, no, she wasn't, was she? That's what she would like to do. What she was GOING to do was be helpful and dependable, because it was impossible for her not to be. She didn't even like kids all that much.
She was still arguing with herself about it while she made and set up the sign in the lobby that said "FREE BABYSITTING". And made bologna and cheese sandwiches with the crusts cut off.