We lost track of time. It was after a Miracle Christmas, and our toys were a mix of a few special new and all the stuff we'd collected to be a "working family". Sherry had started to get dressed. "FAHNcee," the princesses agreed about mama's homemade-but-you-couldn't-tell skirt. The Morning Show suddenly got broken into.
It seemed like the first word people were able to first process was hostage
Did they just say hostages? The chaffeur who'd been hearing stories about "the hood" all night just came into the house when he saw that we had a television. My mother had turned to get her purse at the same time. They bumped heads. A police detective walking back to the yard that still needed to be "swept" spit his coffee out when Sherry wasn't still sitting where she was supposed to be.
Because we'd hung out around our mom when she was almost ready for work she had staticky hair and her bathrobe over her work clothes.
the pink foamy kind
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