The Prom
She felt like a kid at the prom, standing there in a scratchy, poofed up dress trying to look sophisticated. Only she wasn’t a kid and she felt absolutely ridiculous in this getup. Sharon, her sister, twirling before the mirror, didn’t seem to share her sentiments.
“Why do we have to dress like this, Shar? It’s silly.”
“You’ll see,” Shar said, “mom will like it. And we look great, don’t we!”
“I’m not wearing high heels. No matter what.”
Shar gave her the big sister stare-down look. She hated that . . .
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