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Sleepover by Toni Roman

Novel By: Toni Roman
Young adult

The problem with an invitation is that you might not get a second. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 21, 2011    Reads: 17    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

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3. Pillowcases and Toothbrush Holders

Mrs. McCall led the group to a gray room in the basement. It had five rollaway beds and nothing else.

"This is your snooze room. This room is for absolute quiet for anyone who wants to sleep or nap. It's soundproofed. Put your sleeping bag and pillow on a bed and settle in. You can sleep on the floor or on the bed or both. Feel at home. Mi casa es su casa."

The four guests picked beds and put their bags down. As hostess, Beth took the unpicked fifth bed.

"Pillowcases for everyone. Megan?"

"Meg." Meg forced a smile as she accepted the pillowcase handed to her. "Thanks."

"You can change the embroidery. Grace?"

She handed the embroidered pillowcase to Grace.

"Thank you."


"Appreciate it Mrs. McCall."


"Thank you."

"Somebody named Beth."

"Thanks mom."

She next handed out, "toothbrush holders for everyone. Next stop is the basement bathroom. It's not much as you can see but it should do." she said snapping on the ceiling light.

As they walked in, everyone put their toothbrush and toothbrush holder on the counter near the sink of the light blue bathroom.

"Did anyone forget to bring toothpaste?" asked Mrs. McCall.

"Me." "Me."

Two girls raised their hands and she handed them travel-size toothpaste.

"Anyone need hand lotion?"

"Me." Cameron raised her hand, immediately realized that she was the only girl holding her hand up, and lowered her hand hoping that no one heard her or noticed her.

Handing Cameron the hand lotion, Mrs. McCall found it slightly amusing that the girl was embarrassed.

"You're not imposing. Relax." She touched Cameron's cheek.

"Thank you." Cameron said quietly.

There was a table with hair styling and nail items. It reminded Cameron of an upscale hotel. Lisa was looking at a picture of a clown on the bathroom wall. Probably Beth's from her bedroom before Beth outgrew such kitsch. Lisa was creeped out by clowns. They gave her nightmares. She planned to stay up all night lest she fall asleep, have a nightmare, scream in her sleep and the others give her a hard time about being a crybaby. Night terrors. Why couldn't the McCalls have thrown Tim Curry out when Beth got tired of IT? When they converted their sump pump basement into a suite of rooms during a home improvement kick, why did they have to recycle Ronald McDonald and put the Bozo on the wall? Krusty belonged on the curb for the trash men to pick up and cart off to hell. 'A good thing that I do not have irrational fears.' thought Lisa clenching sweaty palms.

"If two are in here and a third person desperately needs to go, only then use the half-bath my husband pointed out . . . "


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