Wednesday Addams Bag 소설 & 이야기

“Sorry about that, but we cannot be too careful.” “I understand,” she replied. “What’s in the bag?” I asked, curious myself. She smiled. “Actually, it’s my Nanny Kit. I have books, cars, toys … lots of things that will help me to keep him entertained.” Then, she looked at Jase in my arms. “Hi, little guy! My name is Addie. What’s yours?” “Jase,” he said hesitantly. He was a bit shy, but smiling.

**** Indecision was weighing me down,where my emotions were concerned. Nobody had knocked on my door or called me down for breakfast. My stomach grumbled and I placed my hands on it. I didn't know why that worried me much ,but for some reason I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen.Something I didn't like by any means.i wouldn't anyway,not if uncle Max was perpetrating it. “I can't keep on hiding here while I'm hungry”I grumbled. I walked out of my room, placing my sweaty hand on my gorgeous neckpiece.It was a gift from my late parents to me on my 15th birthday.

My sense of smell had developed opinions it hadn’t previously had. I sat on the edge of the cot one morning with my hands pressed flat on my knees and looked at the wall and let myself think the thought I had been carefully not thinking for two weeks. “When did I last…” I stopped. Counted back. The number I arrived at sat in my chest like a stone. Mr. Adler had a donation bag in the bathroom cabinet, the kind that accumulates in houses that have been lived in long enough, items from various sources that arrived and were stored without particular purpose. I found it without asking. I opened it without ceremony.

“EVERYTHING?!” “Everything.” They screamed in excitement, jumping up and down. Adrian chuckled. “You just made their whole week.” I stood, brushing dust off my knees. “I owe them that.” He nodded once—understanding more than I ever said out loud. We carried the bags inside together. The foyer lit up warmly, smelling faintly of vanilla and clean fabrics. The children swarmed the living room, ripping bags open, gasping, squealing, fighting over who touched what first.

She hands me a credit card and says, “thanks for everything, by the way. Can’t wait to see you again on Wednesday” “Yeah, Wednesday”, I told her as I put the credit card into my wallet. “If you need anything before then, call me okay”, I told her as I grabbed the bag lining her hamper and tied it shut. Who lines their hampers with a laundry bag? I mean, it’s smart… But she’s so OCD and odd about certain things!

The whole Wilson family was standing next to the birthday cake table, Adam came to Raymond and Melody, “Grandpa, Grandma”, he greeted them with a sweet smile. “Happy birthday my sweet grandson. Here it’s a small gift from grandma.”, Melody wished him and gave him a small box. “Thank you, grandma.”, Adam took it politely and opened it. There was a jade good luck charm brooch in it. This brooch design was unique a gold dragon held jade in his claws, jade was fully wrapped in the dragon's body.

He picked it up, shaking it lightly to make the glitter swirl. “Look at this,” he said, holding it out. “For Francis.” “Francis collects snow globes?” Chloe asked skeptically. “Not yet,” Adam replied with a mischievous grin. “But he will after this.” Chloe laughed, shaking her head. “You’re going to turn his room into a souvenir shop.” “Exactly,” Adam said, his grin widening. “I’m cultivating culture.” Marcus rolled his eyes but stayed silent, clearly amused. They continued through the store, picking up a decorative pen set for their dad and a soft throw blanket for Francis. Chloe ran her fingers over the plush fabric, nodding. “This feels nice. He’ll like it.”

Addison called happily running to meet them. "Look what uncle Sebastian got me," Addison said happily, showing Adia a box. "What's that?" Adia asked curiously, "An iPad, look," "I see, it's pretty," " I Know right," Addison responded, admiring her gift. " Did you thank him?" " Yh definitely, he promised to take me out once he's less busy," Addison informed, " Come on Addison let's go, you don't want to be stuck in traffic, do you?" Cora asked as Addison shook her head.

He tapped her butt again, "Now go get ready. Don't keep me waiting," She got ready and came back out in a white cotton overall ensemble with V neck that runs down to her belly button. A clean silver chain hung around her neck with her name Oma designed on the medallion. Her look was completed with an Aldo transparent purse and heels. Her red frontal lace wig was held up in a bun with baby hair clinging to her forehead like a second skin. Light nudes make up and an abundant amount of clear lip gloss. "Damn baby! You trying to give daddy a heart attack?"

By the time I sat on the bed, I was still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. And then— The door opened again. But this time, he wasn’t alone. A woman—elegant, late twenties, dressed in a maid’s uniform—pushed a cart into the room. My brows furrowed as I took in the array of food, drinks, snacks. Abaddon barely acknowledged her as she set everything up, and just like that, she was gone. The TV flickered on. And suddenly— *Friends.* My lips parted, my mind struggling to catch up.