“Do you really need all this stuff?” I said to my mom as I hung up her evening dresses in the motorhome closet. Dad was carrying in her gigantic makeup box. “What would Josette Bellerose do without her fancy adornments?” He teased. “All right, enough guys,” she warned light heartedly from the kitchen. She was great at concealing her French accent. Most of the time, she sounded very American. “At least I’m not bringing that rhinestone studded bathing suit I wore last time we camped at the beach.” “What’s this?” Dad asked as he picked up a silver chain with shells and sea stones. “That’s for my waist.” She peaked around the kitchen divider at Dad who was standing next to her vanity table. “Oooh, sassy,” he chuckled as he walked over to her and clasped the ornamentations just above her hips. She brushed her long golden hair out of her pretty face as she giggled at his touch the way some teenage girls at my high school acted when they had a new boyfriend. Her hands threaded around his big, hulking body.
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