“Whoa, Whoa, who’s the new kid?” Betty said turning to the three other ladies seated at the picnic table.
“Billy, he’s here to fix whatever goes wrong in this place,” said Wendy looking up from her sandwich.
The four ladies ate lunch every day at the picnic table outside the daycare where they all worked. They were all great friends and enjoyed their daily girl-talk even through there wasn’t a one of them under the age of forty.
“Well, we’ve finally got someone to take care of all the little