You walk up a few stairs and listen to Britney and your sister’s conversation.
“Eeeeew! You smell awful.”
“I just took a shower. What are you saying? What happened to your voice?
“Smell yourself.”
“Eeeeewww! I really smell like I fell into crap. Something’s happening to my body.”
You hear your sister sobbing. You feel bad for her; after all, she is your sister. Wasn’t she the one who sneaked chocolate pudding to you when you were sent to bed without dessert?
“Don’t worry, Sis. You smell like roses,” you yell.
Samantha comes near you. “Didn’t anyone tell you eavesdropping is impolite, kid?” She pokes her finger into your chest.
You shrug. Samantha and Jen walk up the stairs, to talk to Britney and your sister.
“Oh, but you smell like a rose garden,” you hear Jen’s voice, obviously addressing your sister.
“Now she does,” Britney squeaks.
“You are hurting my ears, Britney,” Samantha says.
“Your voice has escaped with the Pied Piper,” Jen laughs.
Now, it is Britney all three of them are picking on, and Britney is totally freaked out, screaming.
“God, I am getting laryngitis or I may be changing into a teen-age boy. Do I look any different? Do I have a rash or something?”
Britney sounds like a mouse whose leg is stuck in a trap. Her voice has lost its helium-sucked quality and is getting shriller.
“No, noooo,” she cries like a soprano uttering the high C. You hear glass breaking.
“Oh, no, a window broke into shards in the next room,” you hear your sister saying.
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