"It's better than being naked." Jessica grumbled as she finished dressing.
Of course she took her time with it, not wanting to rush her meeting with Mrs. Bradley's bridge club. Finally, when she was dressed head to toe in little girl finery, Jessica left the laundry room.
To discover that Mrs. Bradley was nowhere in sight. Instead there was a group of seven matronly women around Mrs. Bradley's age, along with one girl who was wearing a T-shirt from the local community college.
"Oh, she had to step out for a minute. She discovered that she was out of soda water and decided to run to the store to get it."
There was a round of introductions, but as the rush of names flowed over her, Jessica only caught a few of them. Mrs. Hascomb (who was doing most of the talking), Mrs. Lakeside, and Mrs. Waterfield. As for the girl, her name was Brittany and she was either Mrs. Lakeside or Mrs. Waterfield's daughter.
"I take it that you've moved in next door and your parents asked Mrs. Bradley to watch you?" Mrs. Hascomb said.
"Moving is always so chaotic." Mrs. Lakeside commented. "It's not a time to have a child underfoot."
"I'm not a child." Jessica asserted. "I own the house next door and my parents live in another state."
Polite laughter met her words. Looking at their faces, Jessica saw that not one of them believed her story. her true story.
"It's true!" Jessica insisted.
She continued to insist as their laughter faded, being replaced with annoyance.
"You shouldn't tell fibs." Mrs. Hascomb chided.
"I'm not lying." Jessica insisted. "I know I'm short, but I'm an adult."
"Jessica, when your parents dropped you off, did Mrs. Bradley happen to mention what she keeps on her kitchen wall?" Mrs. Lakeside probed. "The thing on the hook?"
"Look, no one dropped me off." Jessica told them. "I came over by myself. And yes, I did see Mother's Little Helper. Maybe I should just go home now."
"Are your parents at home?" Mrs. Waterfield asked.
"Maybe, but since they live in another state I don't know if they are." Jessica told them.
"Maybe Mrs. Bradley should have done more than just show you that razor strap?" Mrs. Waterfield countered.
"Of course you can't go home if your parents aren't there." Mrs. Hascomb told her.
Jessica disagreed, but the women were all insisting. Sometime during the conversation, Mrs. Waterfield disappeared. Jessica didn't notice the woman leaving, only that she returned with the razor strap.
"You wouldn't be arguing so much if you'd done more than just see this." Mrs. Waterfield declared. "Maybe a quick taste, one or two, will put an end to your fussing."
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