Day 10/366

"Ellinor Mabel Picketts, what in the world--!" was all Leslie could get out before she ran out of breath.  Would this day never end?

Ellie put her hands up, trying to block her mother's comments.  "Mom, Mom, wait.  Just wait."  Assured of a chance to explain, she switched into her dramatic persona.

"As you can see, I'm covered head to toe in this," she announced, gesturing toward her shirt and once-blue jeans.  "I assure you there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for my appearance."

"Can it, Shrimp," Kyle advised, his thundering footsteps down the staircase announcing his arrival.  "Mom's had a day."

Which was code for 'keep quiet and invisible'.  "I understand that, brother dear, but I can't undo what has already been done, eh?"  Ellie waved him off and attempted to continue her tale, only to be interrupted once again.

Hand up again, she cut her sister off quickly.  "Not now, Jess.  Please, not now."

Jessica's grin stretched even wider.  "Oh, no, little sister, please do continue.  It's just beginning to hold my attention."  She leaned on the banister, eager to get the gory details.

Ellie cleared her throat.  "As I was saying, I have a story to tell you, Mom."  Seeing no reaction, she continued.

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What kind of story has Ellinor concocted?  Is it the truth, or can Leslie not handle the truth?

Dunno.

Creatively Yours,

Deena

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