C51 Epilogue

Five years later.

"Jamaica, take that pillow off Aaron's face right now!"

Jamaica looked up at me from the task of smothering her uncle, but she made no effort to move. "But Mommy, he started it." she pouted. "He called me a baby."

I sighed, "Jamaica, you're hurting him. Please get up." I tried to be as calm as possible; she was five, so she didn't know the harm a pillow can cause