Be a good big sister!
Clara had come home half drunk. If not for the disgusting smell she had, Clara would have deceived everyone into thinking she was just dizzy.
“You better start talking, young lady. Was Mega with you? And Belle? How could they let you drink?” Mr. Larabee shouted.
Mrs. Larabee just stayed mute, while ravaging Clara’s bag looking for what no one knew. “I’m telling you, Dad, I didn’t know it was alcohol. The girls didn’t know also” Clara mumbled again, looking like a puppy.
Claudia finally came downstairs when use couldn’t help but know what was going on. Behind the stairs, Paul was there peeking at how his parents yelled at Clara.
“What now happened now?” Claudia asked behind him. He quickly gave her the “shh” signal, she unconsciously placed her hands on her lips and stooped to peek along with him.
“Someone came home drunk” Paul said. He peeked again to see his mother holding something up to Claudia. It was like a cloth. A little short.