Madeline sat there, unaware of her power. Pouty lips and eyes charged with flecks of cobalt blue. I was desperate to find something that would enthrall her.
Time was growing short. I needed to make a move. My mind raced, groping for ideas. Finally, my resolve melted, and my shame rose; I chose the easy path.
I took the jar from the bottom drawer and extended it. Her head turned, whipping delicate brown curls. A tiny hand grasped a fistful of jelly beans.
“There, Sweetie. Take as much as you want. Just be quiet while Daddy is on this conference call.”