"That's so sweet of you to offer, sis! I think in this case it's best if I just ship it out to you," biting her lip in trepidation at the thought of spending days or even weeks without her beloved accessory, Cass still wasn't willing to risk ruining the material via her own handiwork. This towel had come from Lauren via Rio's gracious gifting, so of course her crafty sister would be the right person to restore it to it's glory.
Concluding the call by noting she'd ship the faded towel tomorrow, your Aunt Cass wished Lauren a happy movie night with the kids, a hint of jealousy as she wished she could join her sister in spending such quality time with Matt and Jenna! That was if her silly little nephew could keep himself from getting smushed beneath her ample curves the moment she entered the room of course. She laughed to herself as she recalled the pull her expansive body had on the tiny boy, noting that at least you'd be safe tonight across the country from her and with your angel of a sister to watch over you!
Her bouncing laughter caused the towel turned cushion beneath her to groan beneath her weight, and her expression turned solemn as she remembered she would be losing the wonderful thing tomorrow. Pulling the cushy pad out from beneath her, Cass stared directly at the frayed and ragged state of the thing. It was almost as if she could make out a pained expression from the washed out fibers, shaking the sad thought from her mind as she resolved that she'd have it back soon, good as new!
While Cass stared right through you, a strange emotion resurfaced inside you. A sliver of hope welled inside as you could have sworn you heard your owner say she would be shipping out 'the towel' to Lauren. Your mind warped by despair briefly denied any hint of rescue, only to painfully acknowledge that Cass never used any towel other than you.
So...you were being sent home? This stint as Cass's multi-purpose towel was actually coming to an end? It was true that no one had any reason to worry about you after all. The heartbreak you'd endured to see life go on in complete bliss without you had been pointless. This truly was just going to be one of those stories you'd all look back on and laugh at someday.
You hadn't even noticed that Cass had whisked you through the house, dumping you into the cold drum of her washing machine. You were so caught in the euphoria of it all that you didn't even notice as the blissfully blank face of your gorgeous aunt was blocked out by an avalanche of her soiled garments added to accompany your load. You were going home, you'd see your family, you'd see Mari! Someone would look at you and say your name, acknowledge you were alive! Chilling waters cascaded upon you like waves of relief, even if your luck was comically bad, these things always seemed to work out for you in the end.
The following morning, with a heavy hear, Cass carefully packaged you up, laying atop you a heartfelt note expressing her gratitude to Lauren for piecing back together such an adored object. She knew she was making the right choice, yet she couldn't shake the feeling she was saying goodbye to a beloved family member as she sealed it away. You almost felt a pang of remorse at your departure causing your sweet Aunt such distress, knowing full well she had only caused you so much grief out of sheer ignorance to your plight.
"Package for you, Mom," Jenna lazily spoke, dropping the box with a thud and giving it a firm shove with her heel to slide it across her mother's studio.
Resting between Lauren's own feet, your dwelling was picked up as Lauren chastized Jenna for being so rough. "You sell clothing, Mom. The stuffs not fragile," she chuckled as she left Lauren to her devices, prompting a simple eye-roll from your too kind mother.
"Ah, it's from Cass!" Lauren beamed, eagerly ripping apart the tape that kept you confined within the cardboard prison. With the world going through a bit of a Tinex shortage, business had been awfully slow. This project was just what she needed to stay busy, and she'd been eagerly looking forward to doing her sister this favor!
As light cast down upon you, you were blasted with a wave of relief and nostalgia. The smiling face of your loving mother looking right at you, the smells of your childhood home, even the air was crisper than blazing California. Now Lauren could release you from this mangled state and you get get right back on with your life! After all, she had morphed you into this red-toweled form, so of course she would recognize her own craftsmanship! Right?
Slowly Lauren's beaming smile faded into a look of...disdain. She'd expected a fairly normal folded towel, maybe a few loose threads and signs of fading dye. This was, to be honest, a train wreck.
The towel she was peering at was barely larger than a dishrag, two feet long at most. The color was splotched all over, noticeable signs of wear and tear as if it had really been through the wringer. Was this really once a beach towel? Was it really supposed to be red?
As her expression dropped, you remained hopeful. This was your rescue! That clear moment of recognition and apology you'd gotten dozens or hundreds of times before was due any second now!
"I can't believe Cass would send this to me; What a mess," she muttered, her tone bordering on disgust as her warm, dexterous hands gripped your sides. You'd saved just enough strength for one last wiggle to get Lauren's attention, yet your mother's hands worked with rapid expertise, getting right to work in splaying you across her table. First things first, she needed to lay you flat and see what she was working with.
Yet despite so much experience, Lauren wasn't making much progress in that goal. The damn material kept on shrinking back against her best efforts, not to mention remained laden with wrinkles no matter how widely she stretched it. It was exhibiting attributes of actual tinies more so than imitative Tinex. Thankfully Lauren knew with full certainty that Cass wouldn't ship her an actual person, even if this towel had just been property of one of her friends.
Pushing such a pointless notion aside, your mother instead decided she must be dealing with some strange off-brand or maybe even experimental product line. This was untread ground for her, and she happily accepted the challenge the stubborn, unsightly material issues her.
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