“I know there’s tomato juice in here somewhere,” yells Mom, her head in the pantry.
“Here,” Rita says, coming out from under the island with a bottle in her hand.
I watch all this from outside where Riley and I have been banished.
“Don’t just stand there,” Mary Beth tells us. “Strip off those PJs. Now.”
She’s already stripping the nightgown off Riley, her hands in a pair of yellow dishwashing gloves.
Heather and Sarah Beth are watching the strip show from the door, noses pinched with fingers. Bad enough they see me take off my PJ’s, no way I’m losing my underwear while they’re watching.
“Oh, God, that’s awful,” says Rita handing out the bottle of juice and quickly closing the door.
Mom brings towels and dish soap. “Down to the shower,” she commands.
Really? Past where the skunk spe
