Late again! Jada sighed. Why, why was she always the one holding the bag. Why couldn't Eric be just a little responsible. After all it was HIS parents that were coming for dinner. Finish the veggies, set the table, tidy up a bit. Jada ran through her "to do list" in her head. She looked at the time and could feel the panic start to rise. His parents were going to arrive at any minute and she was far from ready. Suddenly she heard the front door close, "thank you, thank you", she whispered to herself, her worry and frustration, turning to anger.