"Snowing?" I asked.
"As usual lately," said Lynn, sitting down to take off her wool oversocks and her outer pair of pants. "Fortunately it isn't too deep. As it is I had to knock the snow off the wheels every twenty feet. It's bad enough pushing a cart full of Sunday papers in the Summer, but in the Winter it's a real pain."
Of course if it had been much worse, Mom or Dad would have helped her in the car. Still, the thought made me glad I'd given up my paper route even though I missed the extra spending money.
Lynn was getting out a bowl for herself when Dad came in all dressed in his suit and tie. "You're finally back just now?" he asked Lynn. "We have to be out the door in half an hour, and you haven't even started getting ready! You either!" he said, turning to me.
"I'm sorry," said Lynn, "the snow slowed me down."
"Here," I said, quickly scarfing down the last of my cereal. "I'll go take my shower while you have your breakfast, then you can go after me."
"Thanks," said Lynn, pouring the milk on her cereal.
On my way up the stairs, I passed Annette coming down. She was yelling "Mom! I don't have any clean dresses!"
"What?" Mom called back from downstairs.
"Or underwear!" continued Annette.
I heard Mom saying "If it's not one thing it's another in this house! Couldn't you have said something yesterday? Come on, we'll find you something."
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