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I Never Told You But
Sounds of Westminster Bells bounced off the ceiling as the wall clock announced six p.m. Trevor raised his head as Simone burst through the sitting room doorway where he was reading.
Simone’s face looked almost sad. “Trevor, where’s Boss and Annie? Are they going to be late again?” She patted her flat tummy. “I’m so hungry.”
“Sweet Simone, you know they’re entrepreneurs. They always work late.”
Simone scrunched her face and wrinkled her brow as she stuttered, “Ents-rap-on-ooie? What the heck is that?”
Trevor chuckled. “Entre-pren-eurs is the way that’s pronounced. It means they work their gazaskies off to earn a living. They start early and nibble bites of their sandwiches in between customer meetings. Sometimes they stay late to get ready for the next day.”
Simone solemnly nodded. “Trev, what are gazaskies?”
“Gazasky is a funny word Boss taught me to indicate your bottom. Plus, he won’t let me use the other words he spouts when we’re stuck in traffic.”
“Oh.” She folds her arms across her chest and pouts. “They’re working late again and probably be hungry when they get home.”
Trevor nodded and grinned at her realization of others. “They work hard to maintain our home and feed us. We don’t say thank you often enough either.”
