Cheaper By The Dozen Novels & Stories

I would toss back this whole thing if it meant I didn't get the body aches and headaches I usually did with my panic attacks. I smiled as we drove down the street. Bakers Dozen was so named because it was literally a small neighborhood of thirteen homes. Each one was different like getting a baker's dozen premium cookies, cupcakes, or donuts. No cookie cutter homes here. Which would have been even punnier, but much less visually interesting.

Luther The shameless pair didn’t know they were living on borrowed time. Tsk! They had the guts to come to my house just to demand more benefits. Hmmph! I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t say a single word about their supposedly injured son. All they wanted was more benefits. They could enjoy it while it lasted, for all I cared. As I descended the stairs, I watched as Bertha Finley cried those crocodile tears. She thought that I couldn’t tell how fake those were. She really believed their plan was as foolproof as before, huh? What a fool I was to cherish these vultures in the past!

Parth took a taxi and reached the supermarket.He was still blank and couldn't decide what he should purchase in the gift for such a little baby. Suddenly,he got an idea.He immediately slided phone out of his pocket,scrolled down his contact list and dialled a number from the list. " Hello Parth! How are you doing?".It was Kevin on the phone. Parth smiled and said," Hi Kevin! What are you doing? Actually,i need your help.Can you meet me now in the supermarket?"

I groaned loudly " what do you want !" I asked in annoyance "We want you to get up and prepare. We have somewhere to be at the moment " they said wiggling their brows at me " we can always get a car in the afternoon why this early?" I asked " because it's cheaper in the morning " Martha chirped in I furrower my brows confused "How is that possible? Is the car price not constant ?" " yes, it is. What they do is, the first buyer for the day gets a huge discount "

Racheal nodded, listening attentively. “So we learned quickly those who were willing to sell it for extra money to teenagers. They called these things other names. They were not fixed. If you knew what the bad guys in that place called their goods, you could walk to the bar and ask for cinnamon and be sold marijuana under the table. Cinnamon could be cigarettes too at the supermarket next door.” Racheal’s jaw dropped. “What do you think Bourbon meant here?” “I don’t know. Asad Achillie is here.” Jade said, looking into the rearview mirror.

he complained. “Well, young master. I think you have enough to buy a few. They are only $20 per dozen.” Aiden did the maths in his head. “So that's one dollar and sixty-six cents for one, so three dollars and thirty-three cents for two,” he explained as he found a five-dollar note. “Tell them I'll have two, and they can keep the change.” Mrs. Lewis was dumbfounded. She knew Aiden was a really excellent businessman, but she hated he was a businessman twenty-four-seven. She shook her head. “You're wrong for this,” she declared before walking away.

She asked with a trembling voice, "Changed? How?" "Maybe you just grew up." I brushed it off, stood, and headed to the bathroom. Behind me, she let out a shaky sigh of relief. "I made breakfast for you, Mateo," she said later, leading me to the table. She was waiting for a compliment. I looked at the spread. The table was covered in an oily, greasy breakfast. I smiled. "Quinn, the doctor told me to lay off greasy food and eat healthier." I glanced at her, faking concern. "You've been really forgetful lately. What's going on?"

My body ached with old and new familiar bruises, but the real pain was internal, still and empty. The city night was cold when I ventured out, wind biting at my face as I made my way to the corner store. The bells jingled overhead as I pushed in and grabbed the cheapest six-pack beer I could find, and tossed a few rumpled bills on the counter. “Is that all,” the bored cashier asked from behind the counter. I gave a single nod and stepped out, my father's beer in hand. This six-pack is his tradition. His vice. And every time he indulged in it, something in me broke a little more.

Smiles didn’t pay rent. So I went out to buy groceries. It was an excuse, really. Walking around the market made my head clear just enough to think. I moved down the aisles picking the cheapest things. Rice, tomatoes, a small chicken. My fingers kept counting on their own. Five thousand. Five thousand kept repeating like a broken clock.

Lancelot was an entrepreneur, I mean, he had his own business, and the coffee shop was fine, so he had money. “But I couldn’t buy it on the spot, right?” Casper said, still gloating. “It would take a few months,” he said. I just watched the conversation and saw how far it would go. I didn’t think Casper was that kind of guy. Likewise, I mean, he was never poor, but it wasn’t like he could buy everything as well. Likewise, I was also never the person with more money, so there was no reason for him to act that way. Maybe it was just a grudge against Lancelot.