After a few minutes of rinsing it in the small sink, and despite the use of soap, it was obvious that the grease was now a permanent part of the blouse that she purchased just a scant few hours previous. Sandy threw the shirt on the floor in disgust and once again grabbed her daughter’s arm, “March!” she barked to Tami. “But mom, my shirt!” Tami exclaimed is dismay. Sandy realized her folly and retrieved the sodden blouse from the floor. With a loud gasp from Tami, Sandy pushed the girl out the bathroom door. Tami ran out of the restaurant, past the tables outside the front door, and through the parking lot to the van, the door of which was dutifully locked by Mikey when he saw his half-naked sister running towards him.

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