Carly pulled the lollipop out of her mouth with a soft “plop” as she leaned forward to whisper to the woman who was a cross between Mary Poppins and the Pillsbury Dough Boy. “Is she making you nervous?”
The Mary Poppins/Pillsbury Dough Boy straightened to her impressive height of five-foot-one and with a huff, put her nose up in the air as she pointedly ignored Carly. Not that Carly could blame the woman. With the insane amount of money that was being offered for this particular job she was willing to overlook the fact that their potential employer, a woman in her mid thirties, wearing a rather tasteful suit who seemed unable to move from her spot in the doublewide driveway, had apologized a grand total of twenty-three times for a man that none of them had met yet.