Audrey Robinson, 42, turned the remote over in her manicured hand. Who would leave something like this in the middle of the sidewalk? Did it belong to somebody? There wasn't anybody else around. She looked at the note again.
Clones? What a crazy idea. She figured it was some kind of prank. Still, though, her mind was already brimming with possibilities if such a thing ever existed. It sure would be an easy way to get the kids to help around the house! Cindy, her oldest, at least tried to pull her weight, but wasn't much help being away at her freshman year of college. Josh, on the other hand, was lazy and messy enough for the both of them. She tossed the remote in her purse and continued on home, wondering if there really was a way to get Josh to pull his weight.
Walking in the door, Audrey sighed. She had just cleaned the place last night and it was already a mess again. Leaving for work before Josh had even gotten ready for school was apparently enough time for him to trash the place. A half empty bowl of soggy corn flakes was festering on the coffee table, dirty clothes strewn on the carpet, and a still-damp towel was crumpled up on the couch.
Audrey hung up her purse and slipped off her stilettos in the foyer. Her feet were killing her, her bra was digging into her shoulders, and now she felt a raging headache about to come on. She made her way to her bedroom, stopping to pop a couple of aspirin on the way. She tied her lustrous auburn hair into a messy bun, then slipped into some stretchy yoga pants and a tank top. As she did, she caught a sight of herself in her full length mirror. She still looked pretty good (she'd even heard some of Josh's friends use the word MILF a couple of times), but wondered how much longer that would last. Would she ever find the time and energy to date again?
Her reverie was interrupted by a sound from downstairs.
