"You know what?" Anne said, the amusement clear on her face, "I'm too possessive of you, my tiny, squishy niece. And I know you get along SO well with Carla. Maybe I should spread the love, hmm?"
Anne, of course, didn't wait for a response from Claire. It also wasn't true that the pair got along - Carla didn't think very much of Claire at all. Like her mom, she saw Cathy's daughters as little more than toys for her amusement, as she had never found herself under their feet. For whatever reason, Cathy seemed content to let her daughters take all the abuse, leaving Anne and Carla out of it.
Anne leaned forward once more and lowered her thumb and forefinger - and squished-up Claire - down between her big toe and the next. She dropped the tiny blog of a girl down in-between them, and wasted no time scrunching her mighty toes, once again reducing Claire to nothing more than a smear between her toes. Then she got up and sauntered over to Carla's room, humming happily to herself.
Once she entered the messy room of her daughter, she looked toward the shoes spilling out from Carla's closet. "Perfect," she said, looking down at her toes and their prisoner. "I'm sure Carla has a pair of ratty sneakers you'd be perfect in." That's when Anne looked over at the screen of Carla's computer and noticed a window was open. She went over to the screen and her smile widened at seeing a pair of Ugg boots on the monitor. "My, my," Anne looked down at her toes again, "I just got an idea, Claire-bug."
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