I'm in the kitchen at Lisa's. Her little sister Leeza enters, her pale, freckled face redder than usual. "Liza is the bossiest sister.., " Leeza says, slamming the cupboard door after grabbing a box of Fruity-Pebbles-cereal like she's choking the life out of it.
Lisa enters from the hall, her jaw set with tension, she waves her "La Mer" makeup bag, wildly, letting its very existence, there in the kitchen, function as angry exposition. "YOU, " she practically screams and then shaking with outrage, she begins more calmly. "You can't use someone else's makeup and *ESPECIALLY* not their brushes! ! " She had begun under control but with each word her message grew emotionally.
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