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“When are we going to take action? I need a game plan. Alice? You have any ideas?” Alma yanked at the hem of her skirt and examined her fingernails while Alice looked at clouds.

“Why do we have to do anything? She got herself into this mess. Let her get herself out.”

Alma pounded the grass next to Alice’s head, “We cannot let our sister endure such a blemish on her character. It is unseemly and it will not go unaddressed.”

“Listen, all he did was call her a slut. And he’s kind of got a point. She kissed all those boys. You saw her. I saw her. What can you say about a girl who does that when a perfect gentleman who is smitten with her is watching?” Alice did not move during her comments except to brush a string of golden hair from her brow.

“I realize that. But if he were a perfect gentleman he would have waited to rebuke her until they were alone. Am I going to have to do this myself?”

Alice sighed and finally sat up. The milky sun blended down into their presence as if it were a garnish and accessory on their day. “Fine. We’ll go to his house and demand a retraction. He’s a moron anyway.” She looked to Alma who smiled at her knowingly.

“Take rocks,” chimed in April who had not moved and lay spread eagle face down in the thick grass.
“Of course, what are we? Amateurs?” Alma hoisted herself and offered a hand to Alice who beat leaves of grass from her behind. “See you in twenty.”

April’s muffled shout followed her two sisters as they began their march, “I want to hear crashes! Plate glass crashes!”

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