I saw Michelle come out of the house with a smile. She'd seen the car and assumed Kitten was with me. Then she saw it was just me. Then she saw the look on my face. The smile vanished.

"I guess you're not happy about the job offer," she said.

"What on Earth are you thinking of offering her that job? You want her to quit school?" I said, walking towards her.

There was probably a tactic to take when trying to discuss something with Michelle. Confrontational wasn't it.

"You're pissed with me? You're getting everything you could ever want. She's going to drop out of school, go to work...