"Right," said Tammy, taking back her phone. "Definitely the thing to try if this right here doesn't solve it." As Tamika objected, she pulled up a sentence. "This man has always been part of your family." A quick change from "always" to "never" and... regret sank in immediately.
Suddenly Tammy was dressed in an absurdly exaggerated French maid outfit, holding a platter with a fancy cocktail. Her phone was nowhere in sight, and most alarming of all, with how tight the apron felt around her waist, she no longer seemed to be pregnant. "Do you see the phone!?" she asked Tamika in a panic.
The man on the floor was getting up now, groaning some as he said "No need for an ambulance. Just fetch an ice pack from the kitchen.. what the hell hit me, anyway?"
After exchanging very concerned looks with Tamika, she nodded and headed off. This would all get fixed somehow, she just needed to make sure she wasn't fired or something first. She looked again at the photos on the wall she'd passed earlier. She no longer seemed to be in any of them, but... at least the kids were still there. Well. SOME kids were still there. They no longer looked at all like her though.
In the kitchen, she found Tanya at the table... looking as pregnant as she had this morning. Tammy really wasn't sure just what to make of that, but it made at least some sort of sense. There was still a family living here after all, and of all the women present she did have... seniority of a sorts? "Excuse me, Tanya, could I borrow your phone a moment?"
The woman she'd been making love to for well over a year now, even more with revisions to reality just flashed her an indignant look. "I believe you meant to say 'Mrs. Rivers.' And just what's wrong with the phone in your quarters?"
That certainly stung... and where in the world had the name "Rivers" even come from? They'd all ended up with Stevens after Bart had become the man of the house... before being married it was Roberts. Or well... what WAS Tammy's last name now? Her parents had died several years ago, and it hadn't really struck her before, but after that first whirlwind night of changes... had she even been born in this country in this version of reality? The more she thought about this the more nervous it was all making her... and Tanya... well her strictness was usually something of a turn-on, but she clearly wouldn't help if she saw her as the help... and standing here staring wasn't getting her anywhere "Sorry," she said, "your husband had a minor accident in the other room." She went to grab some ice, which somewhat mercifully, Tanya was quick to take from her and rush off to check on... whoever that was. She just hoped Randy was a bit more friendly.