My parents entered the room like a storm cloud.
“Well?” Mama asked immediately, hands on her hips. Papa had my infant sister in his arms or he might likely have mirrored the pose. It was a thought that made me snort, but then I had to try to look twice as repentant as Mama’s outrage grew. I rolled my lips between and bit down hard, ducking my head.
“I apologize Mama. I had some distressing news this morning, and in my haste to relay it to the appropriate party, I’m afraid I quite forgot my appearance and my duties.” I mumbled.
“So let me get this straight. You abandoned your chores to gossip?” Mama had a hand on her forehead, fingers digging in and massaging deeply. “How did that lead to getting your clothing torn to shreds?!” Her volume rose to almost a shriek.
“Kennice..” Papa murmur
