Chapter Nine
“Where are you going?” Stacey asked Allison who had been hogging the bathroom for over an hour.
Currently, her sister was leaning over the counter. She had a mascara brush in her hand and was opening and closing her mouth like a fish as she tried to apply it. She stopped what she was doing and looked over at Stacey.
“I have a date tonight.” Allison’s tone was frosty.
Stacey sighed. “Are you still upset about my remark from the other day?”
“The one where you implied I was only spending time with our grandmother because I had some ulterior motive to pick up a man?”
“I said I was sorry.”
It was true. When Stacey got home late from work last night, Allison was still awake. For once, her sister had her nose in a book although the cover looked as if it was one of those cheesy
