“Where are the babies?” “With Bette,” Sloane replied, eyeing my thighs. “Oh,” I squeaked. “But she’s not taking them to her waxing appointment, right?” “For the love of Saturn,” Guppy cried, as all of them covered their ears. I blinked. “Ohhh. There is no appointment, is there? Soooo, you guys are the new tenants?” I waggled my eyebrows. “Perfect,”
