It wasn’t Mum who opened the door then to catch me in the nightie and makeup.
“Well, don’t you look pretty this morning?” asked Carole with a smirk.
“You, you left me with, with that pervert!” I screamed hoarsely at her. I tore at the wig on my head, trying to get the effing thing off.
“Don’t do that, Tina,” said my sister, still smiling at me. “You’ll ruin it. I’ll help you in a moment. Let me get rid of the pervert first!”.
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