"Oh shoot, it's almost eight-thirty!" Raquel said. She quickly stood, knocking Samara on her ass with the abrupt movement. "We've got to get to the office, Samara."
From the kitchen table, Samara couldn't help but watch Raquel lumber over to the sink to rinse off her plate. It was still a marvel to see something so huge move so gracefully. Raquel was a picture of professionalism in her sky blue blouse and black skirt. Her outfit wasn't necessarily tight but her curves were evident. Especially to someone smaller than her pinky.
The woman clicked back over to the table to collect her tiny companion. Samara had learned to dread the sound of heels against the floor. It signaled a day of being bored to tears was imminent. The shoes also made Raquel more intimidating. It was hard to tell from so far below, but they must've elevated the already statuesque woman over six feet tall. Samara struggled to see Marie's face as she followed her mother's lead and started clearing the table. The 18-year old was almost the same height, though she looked much shorter in flats than Raquel in heels. The fact that they both would've towered over Samara even back when she was a lofty 5'3 was infuriating.
In no time, they were ready to go. Marie drove to school herself but they both left that house at the same time every morning. "See ya, Mom. See ya, Sammy." Samara was snatched up, mashed into Marie's lips, and pressed into Raquel's palm so quickly she barely had time to process it all before the humongous senior swept out the door. She tried to wipe a waxy coat of lip balm from her face to the amusement of Raquel, who grabbed her purse and made her way to her car.
"Alright, hon. Time to buckle up." Said the authoritative titan. This was the part Samara hated the most. Raquel preferred to stash her away somewhere safe while she was working. No time for distractions. While Samara often longed for some alone time, being stuffed into total darkness while Raquel endlessly typed away at her computer could get downright insufferable. And some hiding places were worse than others…
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