"So, I was sitting in Art class, minding my own business," Ellie began, when Kyle interrupted with a loud snort. "What, I was! Anyhoo, there I was, working on my fantastic art portfolio painting of a unicorn, you know the one, with the pastel rainbow tail--"...
Leslie twirled her hand. "Get to the point, Elle."
"Okay, okay. So, Jason Buttucks--"
"I've told you not to call him that, Ellie. It's Putocki," Leslie pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to allow Ellie to finish her rather long explanation.
"Yeah, okay. Anyhoo, he opens up his big, fat mouth--" Ellie paused, then quickly amended her story, "sorry, his rather large speaking orifice, and started teasing Rochelle."
"Is that the friend living with foster parents?" Jessica asked. Ellie nodded, and her sister sighed deeply. "This isn't going to be good, is it, El?"
Ellie's eyes welled with tears. "No, it's horrid. Horrid I tell you!"
"Save the dramatics, Ellinor, and cut to the chase," Kyle advised, noting his mother's stiff posture.
"Well...I can't really say what he said, but it was bad."
Leslie waited, then asked, "And that explains this mess all over you how?" She glared at the reddish puddle forming on the entryway tile, wondering if it was going to stain. "You know what, I don't care. It doesn't matter how you got this way. Get upstairs and into the shower now. Clothes and all."
"Mom, I have--"
"Yes, Ellinor, you HAVE to get that mess off of you and then come right back down here and scrub these tiles until they are spotless, do you hear me?" Leslie could feel her face flush and her head began to pound in rhythm with her heartbeat.
One lone tear fell down Ellie's pinkish red cheek, then she crossed her arms and her chin jutted out. "FINE! Just...FINE!"
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"Okay, okay. So, Jason Buttucks--"
"I've told you not to call him that, Ellie. It's Putocki," Leslie pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to allow Ellie to finish her rather long explanation.
"Yeah, okay. Anyhoo, he opens up his big, fat mouth--" Ellie paused, then quickly amended her story, "sorry, his rather large speaking orifice, and started teasing Rochelle."
"Is that the friend living with foster parents?" Jessica asked. Ellie nodded, and her sister sighed deeply. "This isn't going to be good, is it, El?"
Ellie's eyes welled with tears. "No, it's horrid. Horrid I tell you!"
"Save the dramatics, Ellinor, and cut to the chase," Kyle advised, noting his mother's stiff posture.
"Well...I can't really say what he said, but it was bad."
Leslie waited, then asked, "And that explains this mess all over you how?" She glared at the reddish puddle forming on the entryway tile, wondering if it was going to stain. "You know what, I don't care. It doesn't matter how you got this way. Get upstairs and into the shower now. Clothes and all."
"Mom, I have--"
"Yes, Ellinor, you HAVE to get that mess off of you and then come right back down here and scrub these tiles until they are spotless, do you hear me?" Leslie could feel her face flush and her head began to pound in rhythm with her heartbeat.
One lone tear fell down Ellie's pinkish red cheek, then she crossed her arms and her chin jutted out. "FINE! Just...FINE!"
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All Words property of Deena Peterson and are not to be used without permission.
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