"Jeanette?" his mother called. "Is that you?"
"Oh no," Jim said under his breath as he tried to sneak past the kitchen to his room. As he made for the stairs, a large figure stepped out into the hall and blocked his path. He looked up to see his petite mother towering at least a head taller than him, her hands on her hips, a smile betraying the stern look on her face.
"Where do you think you're going young lady? We have to go buy school supplies... you're in sixth grade now."
Sat Oct 2 09:16:46 1999