Tangled.
Tuesday December 30, 2008
“I have no idea how to make hollandaise sauce,” says Joey Rose, “and you’re completely out of orange juice. But there is champagne.” She leans in the doorway holding a dark green bottle, her fingers wrapped around the stems of a couple of flutes. Her red and blue school tie is draped about her neck, and she’s still wearing her white knee socks. “So I guess breakfast is ready?”
“Oh, dear,” says Mrs. Henderson, looking up and back over one bare hip. “I seem to have gotten all tangled up. Be a good girl and come give me a hand?”