"You know better than to slam that door!" your mom calls from the kitchen. "Come in here and explain why you did that."
Why is Mom always in the kitchen? you think as you wipe the wetness from Joanna's face and trudge slowly to the back of the house trying to breath normally. It will probably be another lecture and punishment of doing chores like you always get from letting the door slam. They ought to have something besides a spring or put some padding so it doesn't sound so loud. It's not your fault.
"Oh, it's you Jo," she says surprised as she sees you. Then her expression changes. Her hands drop from her hips, and she crouches down to you. "What's with the red eyes? Why were you crying?" She holds out her arms and pulls you into a hug obviously forgetting about the slamming.
"It was Joanna and Kathy," you moan. "They ..."
"You mean Kyle and Kathy, dear?" she asks softly.
"No, I mean ..." Then you stop. She doesn't know about the machine, and she'll never believe you, er Joanna with her vivid imagination. What are you going to tell her?
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