Going Out

Sicilia scurried down the stairs and stood in the entry to the living room.

“Mamma, I’m going out for a bit,” She said to her mother.

Her mother looked up from her crossword and noticed all the frayed tears in the Sicilia’s denim pants. “You’re not going out with all those holes in your pants, are you?” the mother scorned.

“No Mama,” Sicilia replied. “I’m going out with Peggy and Lynne.”

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