”So you’re the babysitter that offered to watch my little sister?” Mike asked as he stood by the door. He stared at you for a long minute before sighing and opening the door wider. ”Alright,“ Mike led you in the house, his feet dragging. “I got this job at this place, and I need someone to watch my little sister, Abby. Some stuff to know about her is that she doesn’t eat much and she draws…a lot. I while I’m at work, I want you to try to get her to eat.” Mike turned to you. “Okay?”