Hang the sheets up

“Get out of bed!” Margaret yelled.

Cynthia stood up her pajamas soaked as she tried to use her hands to hide her accident, her eyes not meeting Margaret’s.

Cynthia watched as Margaret grabbed the soaked sheets and pulled them off the bed. “Stay there,” Margaret ordered as Cynthia watched Margaret storm down the stairs sheets in hand.

Cynthia gasped as she realized Margaret’s intent as she rushed to the window to see Margaret walk out to the front yard and hang it on the clothes line. Cynthia’s eyes went the size of saucers seeing the yellow stained sheet taunting her and advertising to anyone driving by exactly what happened.

Cynthia raced down the stairs. “M-mom please! D-don’t do this! Not this please!”

“I told you not to move,” Margaret said.

“I…” Cynthia said looking down in horror as she realized she was standing outside in her soaked pajamas making it even more obvious that she was the one responsible for the sheets.