MillieBee

09:03 1 This babysitting gig was going to be easy.  Just the one kid, just a few hours, and he was already tucked up in bed when Marnie got there.                She sat back on the sofa, reruns of Britain’s Got Talent flashing on the wall-mounted widescreen plasma TV on low volume.  The Stephens family was loaded.    She was getting paid for this.  Sweet.                An old grandfather clock ticked in the hallway.  Tick-tock.  Tick-tock.  Marnie’s attention drifted.  Tick-tock.  This was such an old episode.  She already knew who got through.  Tick-tock.  Tock-tock.  The room was searing-bright, lit with fancy inbuilt