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Chapter One
Colorado rancher
seeking live-in
Nanny for energetic
four-year-old twins.
Basic first aid a
necessity.
Skilled in piano, swimming, and
horses a plus. Good
wages, time off,
and private living
quarters.
Minimum three
references required.
Zero tolerance for
dishonesty.
Contact Dirk Travis
Fax #388-761-9206
Julia Morgan
finished reading the ad and turned hostile green eyes up to glare at her sister. “What is
this, Katie, some kind of a joke?”
“Not at all,” Katie said, “That ad was written with you
in mind. You swim, you play piano, and well, I’d say you can handle basic first aid.”
“I didn’t study medicine for eight years to be a
nanny.”
Katie grunted. “You also speak three languages and
play a mean piano, yet you haven’t touched the keys or seen a patient for eight weeks. Are you
planning to sit around and mope for the rest of your life?”
“I’m not moping dammit, I’m depressed. You’re the
psychiatrist, can’t you recognize depression when you see it?”
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