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I grab my cream and brown colored beach bag and towel and head down the stairs. I kind of rushed myself getting ready when I realized I left Agastya alone with my mom. And that can only lead to embarrassing things.
When I neared the first floor of the house, I hear chatter coming from the living room. I stop around the wall to eavesdrop on my mom and Agastya.
". . . Her when she was walking in the kitchen at our old house. And look! She was still gnawing away at those chairs! I don't understand why she loved them but she was gumming on them anytime they were around. She actually didn't give up the habit until she was four or five years old." I could hear Agastya snickering quietly.
NO! MOM! REALLY? HE JUST GOT HERE! She always finds a way of embarrassing me! Who knows what she'll show him next!
". . . I think I have a picture in here somewhere. She always ran around the house naked. Just give me a sec--"
I cut her off. I can't let her find the photo. I'll find it first, and when I do, it's going to be burned. "MOM! Yeah, hi," I put on a fake, genuine, smile. "We have to go now. Right Agastya?" I sent him pleading eyes.
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