The Billionaire's Hunt
“He and what’s her name went out to an orchestra holiday concert or something tonight, and they got me a babysitter. She’s nice and all, but she’s only a few years older than me.”
“What? Your father isn’t spending Thanksgiving with you?”
“No. I mean, we all had dinner together, but afterwards, he and what’s her name went out on the town.”
“How old is the babysitter exactly, honey?”
“Eighteen.”
Jessica sighed with relief. At least she was a legal adult. “Debbie, there is a big age difference between eighteen and thirteen. I know you don’t see that now, but you will when you are eighteen.”
“Well, all right, but I still think I’m too old to have a babysitter.”
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