Noonie

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Randall Perry rubbed his raw, tired eyes; staring at the string of code he'd just written. He was certain he'd accounted for all parameters but saved his work and once again pulled up the specifications sheet. As the document loaded, he glanced over at the framed photograph on his desk and smiled.

It was a picture of himself and Mia, his girlfriend on the yacht of Barron Stills, the owner and Chief Executive Officer of Stills Analytical Developments, LTD. Mia's bikini top barely contained her 34DD breasts and the bottom was a multicolored scrap that just covered her scruff of blonde pubic hair. Her waist length whitish blonde hair fluttered in the breeze and the smile was wide on her gorgeous face. He stood next to her, wearing a miniscule thong; he'd had to do some serious manscaping to be able to wear the scrap of cloth. His muscled chest gleamed with sunning lotion and his long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail as his arm was around her slim waist.

"It's our dream," Mia had said when she gifted him the photograph in the heavy silver frame. "Put it on your desk; it will remind you that you need to work hard so that one day, one day, we will own our own schooner. We will own a slot at the marina."

Once more, he gave an appreciative look at her gorgeous face, her beautiful lightly tanned, oily flesh gleaming in the photograph, then swiveled his attention to the documentation on his computer monitor's screen.

"Erm? Mr. Perry?" a soft whisper startled him and he jumped.

"Sorry, sorry!" the small woman said, but her giggle belied her apology; she was amused at his reaction.

"Oh! Oh damn! Is, is it that late?" Randall asked, looking at the small woman, part of the cleaning crew.

"It is seven, erm, seven fifteen," the woman agreed, checking her watch to verify the time.

"Oh. Oh, okay, let, let me shut this down, get out of your hair," Randall smiled tiredly.

"And it is a lot of hair," another woman on the cleaning crew laughed. "It might take days to get out of that hair."

"Oh! Oh you hush!" the first petite woman exclaimed and the two women switched to Spanish to yell 'insults' at one another. But their giggles and smiles let Randall know they were not truly upset with one another; it was the banter of friends.

"Erm, ¿Hablas español?" the woman whispered, searching his light blue eyes.

"Si," he admitted and her smile was a dazzling one.

"¡Venga conmigo!" she whispered, eyes flickering to the framed photograph on his desk before hurrying away.

Randall watched her ankle length thick French braid swish back and forth, her compact buttocks encased in grubby, stained bargain brand blue jeans. He finished shutting everything down then stretched and grabbed his heavy leather bag. He found her standing right outside of his small office. The hallway was lighted by one half of the fluorescent lights; the others had been turned off at six pm.

She put her finger to her lips, indicating that he should be quiet. Her almond shaped eyes were dark, serious as she took a small notebook and pencil from her cloth patchwork quilted purse. Again, she put her fingers to her lips.

"The frame on your desk has a camera and a microphone in it?" she quickly scribbled.

"I, what?" Randall exclaimed.

"SHH!" she wrote in very large letters, dark eyes now blazing at him and she once more put her finger to her plump lips.

"I saw the light blinking when I shut off the light in your office," she wrote. "What you are working on? Someone is watching."

"Who?" Randall mouthed and she shrugged. Then she quickly pointed to Simone Wilton's office, a questioning expression on her small, square golden brown face.

"I know Simone; my husband had an affair with her," she wrote on a fresh page. "Then when she stole his ideas and left him, he killed himself."

Randall looked at her left hand; it was bare. She smiled a genuinely warm smile up at him.

"We were young, stupid," she spoke out loud in Spanish. "Did some things we should not have and I wound up pregnant. OH! Oh how he hated me; claimed I trapped him. I did not trap him; sometimes? Sometimes it felt as if he had trapped me. But right after the baby is born?"

"Simone starts working at the company," she scribbled. "Beautiful, blonde, with big tits..."

With a wry smile, she indicated her own flat chest. She then waggled a finger at Randall when his eyes did drift down to her grubby, stained tee shirt. The dark half-dollar coin sized areolae were just visible through the thin material of the tee shirt.

"What? You pointed," Randall defended and she shot him another dazzling smile.

"She stole his ideas, brought them to the board and got the promotion that should have been Evan's. Then she told him she'd found someone else and dumped him," she wrote.

"Be smart," she wrote, then yelled out loud at her coworker that she would be getting back to work. The coworker and she exchanged more angry words with one another, giggling the entire time. With a soft hand on Randall's arm, she turned and grabbed the handle of her housekeeping cart.

"Wait, what, what's your name?" Randall asked.

"Maria," she smiled.

"And I am..." the coworker said, playful smile on her chubby face.

"You do not worry about Penny; she is no good," Maria declared, waving a hand to shoo her friend away and the two women continued with their words.

Returning to his office, he double-checked that his computer was turned off, that he was leaving nothing behind. He did stare at the framed picture but did not see what Maria claimed she had seen. Then he turned and smiled as Maria entered his office, small vacuum cleaner ready.

"Be smart," she whispered in Spanish and he nodded in understanding.

"Leaving the office now," he texted to Mia as he rode the elevator down. He included a quick apology; he honestly had not known how late it was.

She responded with a playful message; she would end the orgy and send all the guys home. She concluded her message with a smiling face emoji, tongue stuck out.

"She had given me that frame," Randall thought as he hustled to catch the bus.

"Right after Simone Wilton started working at Stills," he thought. "A week, maybe two weeks."

"Right when they rolled out the West Coast project," he thought as he slid his Mega-Pass ticket into the card reader on the bus. "Which went to Simone."

And at the Holiday Party, no longer the Christmas Party, he had introduced Simone and Mia. Walking away, Mia had made a very catty comment about Simone's ugly dress and the nasty perfume the blonde woman had bathed in. She also declared that those tits had to be fake.

"Jesus; your pussy smells THAT bad? Clean it," Mia had opined then gave Simone a closed mouth smile from across the room. "Yeah, those tits are store bought, man made one hundred percent recycled plastic."

"Hush; I have to work with her," Randall had laughed at Mia's accusations and she shot him a playful smile.

Arriving home to the two bedroom apartment they shared, Randall made a show of looking around for any evidence of the gang bang Mia supposedly had held, participated in just before Randall walked in. They ate a quick dinner then cuddled on the couch, not watching the television, even though Mia claimed it was her favorite show, kissing and touching. Soon, she worked his erection from his trousers and, brown eyes looking up into his blue eyes, she slowly licked all around the plum shaped head of his cock.

"Why? Why would she give me a picture frame with a camera and microphone in it?" Randall thought even as her tongue and lips and moans and purrs of delight sent delicious tremors through his body.

Even though their sexual activity had not diminished; if anything it had increased significantly, she seemed to be distant. Mia seemed to spend a good deal of time on her phone. 'Just friends' was always her answer when he would ask her about it.

"Be smart," he thought even as he tensed, then bellowed in ejaculation.

She lay back on the couch, flipping her robe open. Randall eagerly bent to the task of tonguing and fingering her fragrant blonde muff to orgasm. By the time she released his head from her powerful thighs, he was hard again and entered her. The couch did rock slightly, thumping repeatedly against the wall as they joined.

After their shower, where they once again joined, Randall went into the second bedroom, the home office. Opening his laptop, he suddenly looked around and saw a new silver framed picture hanging on the wall directly behind him. It was a beach scene; Mia had a forearm across her nipples but it was obvious that her breasts were bare. That same multicolored bikini bottom was on, covering her pubic hairs from view.

Looking away from the provocative photograph, Randall saw that the opposite wall was bare. There was an old velour wingback chair; a hideous electric blue chair that had been in his mother's home. He'd claimed the chair after the funeral; ugly or not, he could not bear to part with it.

He took the laptop to the chair, checking once more that there were no photographs, no knick-knacks where a camera could be secreted. The smoke detector was in the far corner; even if there were a camera in the device, it was too far away from the chair.

Randall spent three hours assembling the primary coding, mostly from memory. Then, sending what he had to an encrypted site, he wiped the document clean. He double-checked everything, then put a password on his laptop, 'SweetSexyMaria1' and went to bed.

The following morning, as soon as he entered his office, Randall 'casually' put a large cup of cinnamon Frappuccino on his desk, knocking the framed photograph so that it was now facing the wall and not his keyboard or monitor. He logged onto the company's server, pulled up the files he was working on and replaced every numeral '1' with a numeral '2' then resumed his labors.

When he returned from lunch, he did see that the photograph was once again facing his monitor and keyboard. Simone casually poked her head into the office and reminded Randall that they were presenting their project in two days. With a smirk, she made a 'tick-tock' sound, mimicking the countdown.

"I think, truthfully, I think you should go first, present your proposal first," Randall said, already pulling the project up on his computer.

"Oh?" Simone asked, perfectly manicured blonde eyebrow raised as she regarded him.

"Yes, yes, I mean, after your West Coast project; and you, you are the new hire; they brought you in to see what fresh innovations you could provide to our legacy core," Randall said. "And honestly? I'm curious to see what you bring from what, what was it?"

"Rosa. Rosa Strategies," Simone reminded him.

"That, that's it; Rosa. Solid, solid company," Randall agreed, typing absolute gibberish into his code.

"The baby?" Randall asked when Maria entered his office that evening. "What did you have?"

"Joy," Maria smiled, delighted with the question.

She produced her cell phone and showed him pictures of an adorable black haired baby girl. Her Latina and Asian heritage was apparent as the photographs progressed from birth to two, almost three years of age. In each photograph, the girl was beaming a dimpled smile.

"My mother is Korean and my father is a no-good, lying back-stabbing Puerto Rican soldier assigned to the base in Seoul," Maria explained, smiling widely even as she denigrated her father. "But he fills out the papers, my mother moves to San Diego; that's in California and I am American citizen; I am born here in America."

Apparently, Juan had not remembered that his wife worked at the maternity ward of the hospital. Sung Xi and Marina Delgado met and formed a fast friendship. From Mama Marina, Maria learned to speak fluent Spanish. From her mother, she learned Korean, and from school, from her neighborhood, she learned English.

"Be smart," both Penny and Maria advised as Randall finally made his way from his office to the bank of elevators.

After dinner, after some very energetic sex that started on the couch and ended in their bedroom, Randall entered the second bedroom. There was a new picture frame just to the left of the wingback chair. It was a picture of Mia lying on an air mattress, nude body glistening with oil. Randall did feel the stirrings of another erection as he looked at the scruff of curls and her pink inner lips peeking out, cheeky smile on her beautiful face.

He decided to work on the couch but had trouble opening his laptop before remembering what his new passcode was.

"How, how come you're working in here?" Mia demanded, voice harsh as she stepped from their shower.

"I, God, I guess I, I'm getting old or something," Randall admitted. "The office chair sucks, I mean S U X and that wingback chair is..."

"Ugly; we need to get rid of it," Mia snapped.

"Get rid of it and I'll get rid of you," Randall promised. "That chair is mine. Period."

"So, now you're going to work in here?" Mia asked, voice hard.

"I, I guess so. God, what Mia? Is there a problem?" Randall asked, saving his work and sending everything to his storage.

"Huh?" Mia asked, surprised at his temperament.

"I mean, you, you're about to bite my head off just because I'm in here working," Randall retorted.

"I, no, no, it, it's just you know, I mean, I was going watch that show and..." Mia hurriedly said.

"You can watch it; it won't bother me," Randall said, moving so that she could have room on the couch.

"Tick-tock," Simone teased the next day after lunch.

"Tick tock," Randall smiled, typing more gibberish into the code.

That night, he sat at the kitchen table, away from the new picture frame on the end table between couch and recliner. This truly infuriated Mia; she pointed out that she had bought him a brand new ergonomic chair for the office. Randall stared at her for a long moment, silently regarding her until the angry flush on her beautiful face increased to a nearly purple hue. Then, he continued his labor. With a strangled scream, Mia marched to the bedroom, cell phone in hand.

The next morning, Randall put on his best suit, a beautiful charcoal gray with black pinstripes. He debated for a long moment then decided on the crisp white shirt and a blood red tie with small gray polka dots. He did not make any mention of the suitcases that had mysteriously disappeared from their bedroom closet. Mia kissed him passionately; Randall wrinkled his nose at her coffee-morning breath and she playfully breathed in his face. He did not make any mention of the cardboard boxes he could see secreted behind the couch, waiting to be assembled and taped.

He brought his old laptop to work with him. Arriving at his office, he plucked the photograph of himself and Mia on the yacht from the desktop dropped it into the bottom drawer of his desk. Then he booted up the laptop and connected the old laptop to his office computer, overwriting his previous notes and codes.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock," Simone teased from the doorway of his office just as he put the old laptop into the middle drawer of his desk.

"Mm hmm; just wrapping it up," Randall agreed, saving his work. "Thirty minutes; you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Simone agreed, face furrowing in consternation as she looked at his desk. "I, you, didn't you have a uh, a picture? Of your uh, you and your girlfriend? Right there?"

"Uh huh; glass was cracked," Randall said. "Think maybe the cleaning crew might have knocked it over or something."

"I uh, oh, oh yeah. That, that happens every now and then," Simone said, her teasing lilt gone from her voice. "Well, I better finish up my presentation."

Barron Stills, owner and Chief Executive Officer, Debbie Watson, the Chief Information Officer and the direct supervisor of both Randall and Simone, Derek Huffman, the Chief Financial Officer and two people from Legal and one person from Human Resources were in the board room when both Randall and Simone entered, laptop cases slung over their shoulders.

With a simple nod of his head, Barron indicated that Simone should begin. With complete confidence, she plugged her laptop into the projector while talking about the project itself, the challenges and the scope of what she was sure her implementation would add to the total package. The program began to run, quiet, efficient; Randall recognized his own work as the screen projected a simulated case scenario.

"Really? Really?" Randall thought as he watched the screen. "Didn't even bother changing the patient's name in the test file?"

"Good, good," Debbie nodded her head in approval.

"No one screams louder than a theif that has been stolen from," flashed on the screen and boomed from the speakers around the boardroom.

"What?" Derek asked, watching as the screen dissolved into error messages.

"I, I, I," Simone stammered, watching as absolute gibberish scrolled across the screen.

"Um, Ms. Wilton; perhaps your uh, presentation is not ready?" Debbie asked, watching the indecipherable messages continued to scroll along the screen.

"Did, did you run any tests before bringing your product in here?" Barron asked, voice hard as he faced the flustered Simone, not the screen of errant messages.

"What? What's he doing..." Simone gasped as the name 'Professor Emeritus Simon Hutson--retired in disgrace' appeared on the white background in large black lettering.

'Dean Wilton Francis--retired under a cloud of suspicion.' Was next to flash on the screen.

"Back when you were going by your real name? Arlene Gashille?" Randall suggested, watching the screen with cool detachment.

More names flashed onto the screen. Simone's face lost all color as she stared at the individual names, one after another after another after another that flashed in front of everyone in the boardroom.

'Evan Michael Martin, February 11, 1998--December 17, 2025. Rosa Strategies,' was now displaying on the screen, large black letters on a white background.

"You! You did this," Simone hissed hatefully at Randall as he sat, regarding her with cold blue eyes.

"Who is Evan Michael Martin?" Barron asked.

"How? I did not touch your computer, your files, anything," Randall said, voice calm.

"Ms. Wilton. That's a pretty serious accusation," one of the men from the Legal department said, voice thin and reedy. "Ms. Wilton, do you have proof that Mr. Perry in any way shape or form interfered with your presentation this morning?"

"Stop it! Stop it now," Debbie demanded as her own name appeared on the screen.

Simone's mouth opened, then closed, face still a mask of absolute rage as she glared at Randall. Barron turned and regarded his Chief Information Officer as her name was replaced by 'Mia Rachel Collins' on the screen.

"Ms. Watson," he said coldly. "Is there any reason your name would be displayed? On that screen?"

"Rosa; that, that's the company you were with before coming to Stills', correct?" the man from Human Resources asked, still staring at the screen as it now faded to black.

"Answer them," Randall smiled, slowly, deliberately unzipping his laptop case. "Who was Evan Michael Martin, Simone? Or is it Arlene?"

"Why is Ms. Watson's name among the list of your victims, real and intended?" Randall continued, plugging his laptop into the projector. "And why is Mia's name on that same list?"

"I would like an answer, Ms. Wilton," Barron said, voice cold and hard. "Mr. Perry, please hold off on your demonstration."

Simone Wilton abruptly stormed from the boardroom. With a nod from Barron, the HR Representative hefted his immense bulk from the table and left the boardroom as well. A moment later, Tamara Young, an associate from Human Resources entered the room and took the vacated seat.

"My resignation will be on your desk this afternoon," Ms. Watson whispered, tears coming to her eyes as she slowly rose to her feet.

"I accept," Barron intoned. "Mr. Perry please proceed."

Randall walked them through the interface modules and the secured links along with redundancy clauses he'd built in to each individual file.

"Nothing. Nothing is more critical than making sure that the right patient gets the correct medication in the appropriate dosages," Randall stated, pointing to how the information would be routed to the cell phones of the nurses as they logged their credentials into the main computer.

"Can, can they forward that information or save it?" Derek asked, studying the display.

"No. Once the information is displayed, it will stay up for three minutes then disappear. Should anyone attempt to store that information on any device outside of the mainframe, it triggers an error message flagged to that patient's file. If the user attempts to forward the information, their device is terminated; it will shut off for forty eight hours. Let the nurse attempt to explain why her cell phone is all of a sudden chut down," Randall said.

"Seems ah, a bit extreme," one of the members of the legal harrumphed.

"President Obama comes in for a routine checkup but it is discovered that he has a rare form of cancer," Randall said. "Do we want that information being leaked out? No. We want, we need to insure the patient's privacy while also facilitating the best, most thorough patient care possible."

"So," Barron finally said. "This. This demonstration; you will be ready to present it to the full board of Northwest Medical Alliance?"

"Yes sir," Randall assured his boss, holding up the thumb drive that contained the entire completed package.

"Be in my office at three thirty this afternoon," Barron demanded, standing.

"Yes sir," Randall smiled.

Returning to his office, Randall switched his cell phone from 'Do Not Disturb' to regular mode. Immediately, Mia's text message appeared. Randall read her words twice before sending the text to his Cloud storage.

"I understand," Randall replied to Mia's cold, detached break-up text, then blocked her phone number.

After thanking about it, he also blocked her mother's number, her sister's number and the numbers of the three of her closest friends he'd entered into his phone over the months they'd been together. Then he flopped into his desk chair and let out a long, loud sigh of relief.

"I heard that," Tamara Young giggled, marching past his open doorway.

"Hey, I worked hard on that presentation," Randall defended.

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Randall was not surprised to see Mia sitting on his couch, face red and splotchy from her tears. She looked up at him, face twisted into a snarl of bitterness.

"You, you... She, she left me; she broke up with me. Because of you," Mia accused.

"She used you, Mia," Randall said flatly.

"No," Mia said, shaking her head slowly. "She, we, she loved me; our, it, it was real."

"And I thought our love was real," Randall said, looking around at the half-packed boxes. "But I suppose we were both fooled, huh?"

"I, I've got nowhere to go," Mia snuffled, sinking further into the couch.

"Really not my problem," Randall said, taking his coffee machine and coffee grinder from one of the boxes.

"That, that's mine," Mia said weakly.

"Got receipts says otherwise," Randall said. "Call Timmy; see if he'll come get you."

"Timothy; you know he hates being called Timmy," Mia said, wiping her snotty face with the back of her hand.

"No ma'am; my Nintendo system does not leave this apartment," Randall said, grabbing his gaming console from another box. "Jesus! I, Mia. am I going to have to go through... Really? My watch? My good watch Mia?"

Timothy arrived two hours later, grumbling threats under his breath at his sister's low life, low rent boyfriend. Randall took the silver framed photographs from the walls and tables, handing them to Timothy. Mia flamed bright red when she saw that Randall had intentionally put the nude air mattress photograph on top.

"Aw, hey, I thought, it, it's not cracked; I thought this was cracked?" Mia said, looking at the framed photograph from Randall's office desk.

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While Mia and Randall and Mia's brother Timothy argued about each item that Mia was wrestling from their shared apartment, Maria smiled as she saw that Simone Wilton's nameplate was no longer affixed to the door. The office was messy; apparently Simone had vacated the office in haste.

"Good riddance to bad trash," Penny said from the end of the hall, entering Derek's office.

Maria cleaned the disarray, vacuumed the office, then closed the door. Turning, she smiled warmly as she entered Randall Perry's office.

Penny came running, spray bottle of 409 ready to spray into the eyes of any attacker when she heard Maria squeal. Entering the office, Penny skittered to a stop as Maria stared at a huge vase with a large bouquet of pink flowers sitting on Randall Perry's desk. Next to the huge vase was a large pink teddy bear.

"For me! They, they are for me!" Maria squealed again, reading the card attached to the vase. "Penny! Have, have you ever seen such beautiful flowers?"

"Me? Yeah, I get them all the time," Penny lied and she and Maria burst into elated squeals.

"And for my Joy; he bought this for my Joy," Maria whooped, grabbing the large teddy bear.

The next morning, Randall smiled when he saw the small sheet of paper; he could tell it had been torn from Maria's notebook. In her small, neat hand, she'd written her cell phone number. His smile widened when he read that he was not, under any cercumstances to call her before 12:00 Noon. After all, her work day did not end until four thirty, five o'clock in the morning.

"They're beautiful," she answered at 12:01. "The flowers; they are beautiful."

"I am glad you like them; it, it really was the least I could do," Randall said. "But Joy? Did Joy like her teddy bear?"

"She has not stopped talking to it," Maria giggled happily.

They agreed to go to a small Mexican restaurant that Maria loved. Afterward, they would go to a Becky's Brownies; they were already arguing over which flavor of ooey-gooey brownies were the best.

"Finished with your little love-fest Barron wants you in his office," Tamara teased.

"Hey, I am on lunch break," Randall defended, smiling as he got to his feet.

"Lunch? LUNCH! Uh? Executives of Stills? Don't take lunch breaks," Tamara said as she fell into step with him as they hustled to the elevators.

"Ms. Watson has tendered her resignation," Barron snapped when Randall and Tamara entered his office. "I need a new Chief Information Officer. Two hundred a year with stock options and incentives; Ms. Watson cleared three hundred and twelve thousand last year. I'll expect your answer on Monday."

"Yes sir," Randall said, sensing that he and Tamara were already dismissed as Barron returned his attention to his computer monitor.

At four feet, ten inches, Maria was substantially shorter than Randall, who stood at six feet, three inches in height. But two and a half year old Joy managed to pull Randall down to her height as she hugged his neck and thanked him for her teddy bear, it was her favorite teddy bear she even slept in her bed she loved her teddy bear so much did he have any teddy bears everyone should have a teddy bear.

"Well, not yet but I'm working on it," Randall said, smiling as Maria giggled helplessly at her daughter's antics.

"If you think I'm going be your teddy bear..." Maria threatened as they left the apartment, Mama Marina and Mama Sung Xi taking over duties with Joy.

"By the way; you look beautiful; pink really is your color," Randall said, admiring her simple pink sundress.

"Do not try to change the topic," Maria smiled.

Their first kiss was soft, gentle, loving. She linked arms with him as he led her to his old Toyota Camry. Their second kiss was a little more passionate. Their third kiss fogged up the windows of his car.

Her chest was flat but her nipples were highly sensitive. Her panties were soaked by the time he peeled them down over her slim hips. For a long moment, he stared at her beautiful bald mound, then put his head between her legs and tongued and fingered her to climax.

"Yyyyeeeesss!" she hissed out as he slid himself into her wet, warm folds. "Oh, Randall I love you."

"Si, si!" he groaned; his cock was being strangled in the tightest vise grip.

They took Joy to the park the next day. She insisted that Mither Dall carry her. On the swing, she insisted that Mither Dall be the one to push her. With an impish smile, Maria sat on the swing next to Joy's swing and insisted that Mither Dall push her as well. She squealed as Randall took the opportunity to squeeze her compact buttocks.

The six foot and the eight foot slides were fine; Joy could slide them by herself. The twelve foot slide scared her so Maria slid down with her. After two times of sliding down with Mommy, Joy braved sliding down all by herself.

They had fish sticks and macaroni & cheese at his apartment. Joy took a survey of Mither Dall's apartment. She stood in his office for a long moment and Randall entered as Joy stood, looking at the electric blue velour wingback chair.

"Who she?" Joy asked, pointing to the chair.

"Who's who?" Maria asked, looking at the ugly, hideous faded old chair.

"Momma, this, this is Joy," Randall knelt down, wrapping his arms around the child.

"Your daughter's beautiful," he heard his mother's voice inside of his head.

"Who? Who are you talking to?" Maria asked.

"Yes, Momma, yes she is," Randall agreed. "Joy, this is your Grandma Susan."

"No," Joy said shaking her head as she climbed into the chair. "She my Noonie."

"Who?" Maria laughed.

"Noonie!" Randall heard his mother's excited squeal.

"Noonie," Randall explained to Maria as Joy started talking about her big pink teddy bear and they was going 'Tick or Treat' soon as it gets dark and....

The End

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