Rebecca sighed, letting the hot, soothing water run over her. She never was able to wake up properly without a nice, long, relaxing shower. The rest of her family didn't understand that she needed to take her time; their complaints of "water bills" and "no hot water left" and "needing to use the bathroom"... Rebecca let them wash off of her like grime under the high-powered shower head. She'd be done soon enough; from there she'd just head back to her room to change, and be downstairs to find a nice, hot, fresh breakfast laid out for her.
Deciding she was satisfied, Rebecca turned off the water. The bath towels were kept on a shelf above the toilet, so Rebecca simply reached over, past the curtain, and grabbed... nothing.
Whipping open the shower curtain, Rebecca looked around the room for wherever her idiot mother might have put the towels. There was nothing on the shelves. Checking under the sink, she only found extra bottles of shampoo and bodywash and the like. The linen closet was similarly empty; Rebecca couldn't find so much as a hand towel!
This sucks, Rebecca thought, I'm going to have to get back into my pajamas--
At the thought of her pajamas, Rebecca remembered that, on her way into the bathroom, she had met her mother coming out of it, carrying a laundry basket. Seeing as how her mother was taking care of it anyway, she had figured her mother wouldn't mind a little more to wash, and promptly disrobed, tossing her sleep clothes into the basket and slamming the door. It hadn't occurred to Rebecca at the time, still dazed from sleep, that the laundry basket was in fact, full of towels. So, there stood Rebecca, naked, furious, and still soaking wet.
"Moooooooom!" Rebecca called, sticking her head out the bathroom door. In just a second- A second too long, Rebecca thought- her mother was before her.
Her mother tried to look angry, instead just coming off as tired. "Rebecca, it's still early, you shouldn't-"
"Where are all the towels?" Rebecca demanded.
"In the laundry, Rebecca. You saw me coming out of the bathroom with them."
"And you were just going to let me stand here and drip-dry?"
"I tried to tell you, honey," her mother explained, "but you shut the door before I could."
Rebecca was steaming. "So am I just supposed to walk to my room naked, and put my clothes on to get soaked? This is ridiculous! I shouldn't have to-"
"Rebecca," her mother said, "your clothes are in the wash too."
"...What."
"You haven't washed your clothes in so long-"
"Because that's your job!"
"...You haven't washed your clothes in so long, so I figured I would take care of it while you were in the shower." Her mother shrugged. "Usually you take longer, so I thought it would be fine."
"Well, it's not fine!" Rebecca shouted. "Am I really just supposed to walk around naked and soaking wet until they get done?"
"Well..." Rebecca's mother said...
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