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“I’m telling MOM!” I hear footsteps just stop short of my door. Perhaps she changed her mind, decided not to pester me, or to call a truce with her sister?
A pause, then she walked back to the dining room.
“Mom said that YOU’RE BAD and you need to listen to what I say!”
“No, she DID NOT,” her sister said.
“I didn’t say anything!” I protested from my room.
“Be quiet, Mom, I’m not talking to you.”
