“Well I think it’s only fair… Peter didn’t give you any choice when he stole your things, so you shouldn’t give him any choice either.”
“What?” Peter exclaims. “That’s not fair!”
“You young man are not going to tell me what’s fair and what isn’t!” his mother barks, striking the fear of God into him. “Seeing as you’re so keen on your sister’s clothes, that’s exactly what you’ll be wearing from now on!” she states before turning to her daughter and asks if she’s found anything yet.
Jenny giggles as she routes through her packed wardrobe. She removes a yellow gingham dress, littered with white frills and bows. “This one!”
The words ‘oh my god not that one’ race through Peters mind. If he wasn’t dumbstruck they’d have come out of his mouth too.
“Are you sure?” her mother asked. “I thought that was one of your favourites.”