All of a sudden I heard a noises coming from the floor below us. A door slammed and was followed by loud creaking noises. "Who's that? Jill?," I asked Suzy, who didn't seem bothered by the noise. "Nah, it's my mom coming home from work. Probably had to work overtime again," she said rolling her eyes. "I hate it when she has to work the nightshift at the hospital. She'll probably sleep the rest of the day or walk around the house in a grumpy mood."
Janice, her mother, worked as a receptionist at the town's hospital. She often worked the late shifts and sometimes at night. I knew that, but never been at Suzy's place when Janice came home. I heard a crash and some swearing right after it. Janice probably knocked over a vase or something. The woman was quite a presence, short but wider than the average woman her age. Fat was a better description, I bet she could easily roll down a hill with little effort. She wasn't ugly, just round with a lot of pounds.
"Enough about my mom, we were talking about that size adjustment device of yours. Gosh, I can't believe I said that," Suzy said, still a nonbeliever. All of a sudden I got some inspiration. I could demonstrate the remote's power by using it on her mother. That way my friend had no other choice than to believe me. "Let's go downstairs and I'll prove to you my story is true," I said, and got up. "...Okay," Suzy got up as well, and we walked out of her room.
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