It never even occured to Drucillia that her boy Kyle might mean her no good. Oh, she'd catch glimpses of him eyeing her suspiciously, but she attributed it to excess gas, not the evil eye. When heavy objects began falling off high shelves, Drucillia dutifully picked them up and put them back.
It was on Mother's Day when the china hutch toppled over. The crash roused the neighbors who arrived to find an ungodly mess and a barely conscious Drucillia under it all, babbling on about the baby. They reassured her the child was alright. In fact, he was bouncing joyously in his baby jumper, clapping his hands and laughing.
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