Colliding Worlds

I’m floating in this massive bathtub, surrounded by bubble bath clouds. I’ll be so clean.

‘Melanie? May I come in?’


‘Oh dear. I hope Mama won’t notice you depleted her bubble bath.’

‘I’d be more worried about the dent in the Jag.’

‘The car’s fine. How about your hip?’

‘Much better.’

‘I’ve binned your rags.’

‘What? I need them.’

‘Take some of my sister’s clothes. Last season, she won’t miss them.’

Designer clothes? I won’t wear those, I’ll flock them. I won’t have to beg for ages. Had I known, I’d have stepped in front of a Jag sooner.


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