Jane.

“Eat, you little brats!” I yelled at the defiant twins. They just stared at me and the girl suddenly started crying.

“Sheesh!” I yelled, going to where she was. I held my hand, as if to slap her, and she kept quiet.

They were both seated on metallic chairs at the dining table. I had chained them together, by connecting the chain to each of their legs. The girls left leg was connected to the boy’s right leg. They had been nutty all day and I was beginning to get fed up with their antics. Who knew that taking care of two little rascals would be such a hard...