“These lace pajamas can’t be cheap, right?”
Marina snapped back to reality. Her mother, Nelly Hunter, was holding up the pajamas she’d bought yesterday, measuring them against herself. “Not bad taste. This size would fit me too. How about you give me one set?”
She snatched the pajamas back, annoyed.
“Mom, how many times have I told you? Don't rummage through my things!”
“Besides, how could something for a young girl fit you? You’re already in your fifties!”
Nelly’s temper flared. “What kind of talk is that? So what if I’m fifty? I’ve aged well, I look like I’m thirty!”
As she spoke, she picked up the other set. “I’m your mother! You can't keep all the good things for yourself without a thought for me. Ever since your father died, look at the life we’ve been living!”
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