“You don’t understand, Sis.”
“What’s to understand, Ali?” Jennifer straightened, and blew frizzy hair out of her scarlet face. Fingering the softness of her cashmere sweater, mouth puckered, she threw it across the bed.
“I wore it once—for my Valentine’s…”
“I’m ecstatic for you.” Jennifer hissed. “I now pronounce you Ali and spaghetti stain.”
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The word limit for Ecstatic is 75 words. I used 63 words today. Check out http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/ for rules and contributions.