“He’s coming to see you. Do you have a strapless bra clean?” She opens the top drawer of my dresser. “I haven’t even showered! And I don’t want to see Finny!” I say. Mom ignores me and opens another drawer. “Jeans or a skirt? You haven’t shaved your legs, have you? Here.” She tries to hand a pair of jeans to me, but I swat them away. “He’ll be here in ten minutes, so you better hurry.” She turns away from me and walks out.
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