Confessions Of The Sullivan Sisters - Plot & Excerpts
THE DOORBELL KEPT ringing. Miss Maura was running around clucking like a chicken, and the house was an asylum. Every time the doorbell rang more flowers arrived. Daddy-o struggled to get into his tailcoat, and Ginger spent the day with her hair in curlers, while Takey and a playdate held a water gun turf war with the entire downstairs at stake. Amid all this furious activity, I sat on my bed in the Tower and stared out the window. It was a frigid, cloudy day, and the bare trees scraped the pewter sky. My dress hung on the closet door. I had already been to Carl’s and had my hair and nails done. I heard the bells ringing and the doors slamming and the frantic people of the household shouting. Ginger buzzed me several times from her room but I ignored it. I was just trying to breathe. Jane and Sassy knocked on the door, which was ajar. “You knocked,” I said. “That’s unprecedented.” “You should see all the flowers downstairs,” Sassy said. “The whole living room smells like perfume.
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