Reluctant Hostess on Steroids

Stealthy, silent...I move to the bedroom drapes.  I carefully look thru the opening and see the enemy...two carloads of them.  With no time to escape I step inside the bathroom, lock the door...and wait. "Brooke, you in there?  We're waiting!  Dinner's on!", my mother's voice, filled with joy, beckons.  Rats...there's no way out of this. It was …

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