Across the foyer I teetered my way to the coat rack. In spite of the warm night, I wanted the cover my hoodie offered before I stepped foot out of the house. “Oh, you don’t need that!” Grams proclaimed as she bee lined it from the kitchen to the living room with a tray in her hands. She had donned her short, black party dress and leopard print pumps for our mystery occasion. I suddenly had a very bad feeling about this. Curiosity led me to the living room. “Uh … where’s all the furniture?” I gaped. Everything had been emptied out of the room except for the coffee table that was pushed up against the back wall where Grams now set her tray. In the place of the rest of Grams’ modern décor sat five folding chairs. Alaina waited in one, her legs crossed at the ankle and hands folded demurely in her lap. Judging by her blush pink dress with its conservative neckline and pretty embroidered flowers she hadn’t received the skank wear memo.
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