CHAPTER# 4  by Sunni Yuen
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 	In front of Mitch were cleaning detergents, dusters, cloths and all matters of cleaning things. Dylexia lashed a worn apron around his waist tightly. Then she gave him a fierce pinch with her pink sharp nails behind his ears.

	"Ouch", Mitch wailed.

	"Okay Brat. Tomorrow I've invited my friends over for a late party and dance. I'll be preparing food in the kitchen and you will clean the living room, dining room, family room, patio, doorway, basement, bathroom, or else... there -will -be -you -know -what -to -pay -for", threatened Dylexia.

	Like she wouldn't beat me up if I did , thought Mitch as he scrubbed the windows. I feel like Cinderella! If only, only I could prove to Mom and Dad that Dylexia is really
like this.

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	The moon shone in through the windows. The wooden floor was polished smoothly. The furniture and decorations dusted and set about. Mitch sighed as he rearranged the coffee table. Then he picked up a can of air freshener spray. Soon the air reeked of the scent, but Mitch could still smell the aroma of delicious food from the kitchen. Then Dylexia entered . 

	"Mitchie, come taste my cooking!" she called.
 
	Mitch staggered in. Food, dinner at last! he glanced at the clock-- 9:47 ! He held his yawn and then his eyes met heaps and heaps, plates of delicious food. Mitch was going to drool, he knew that. After working and cleaning so much and so hard, he needed energy. But Dylexia saved him from doing that.

	"Listen, you idiot. You are going to sample some of the food and tell me how it tastes", snapped Dylexia. So Mitch sampled a fraction of every dish. There were hamburgers, hot dogs, steaks, pizza, salads, veggies and dips. Then dessert: pies, cakes, JELL-O, ice cream... Mitch bit into a piece of pizza and hoped that the food he ate wasn't poisoned like half of Snow White's apple! After every dish, Mitch would describe what the food tasted like and what it needed. If Dylexia was uncertain, then she too would taste some to verify. Mitch hated to admit it, but Dylexia was one great cook! This process lasted for an hour and Mitch
became sleepy. Still, Dylexia wasn't finished yet. After a good deal of inspecting and rearranging each room which Mitch had cleaned, she took him aside for a great deal of whipping, pinching, and many manners of abuse. Finally, Mitch managed to crawl to his room and collapse on his bed. That night, he tossed about in his sleep, awakening from reoccurring nightmares.