The truth

“That’s not a little girl, mom. That’s the girl who bullied me all those years. Becky Roberts. She lived right down the street. She’d cut me off on the way home and make me walk home naked. She did all kinds of things,” Cat said.

Marge turned. “This is that brat? But what happened to her boobs? And just earlier on the plane she was needing assistance with the potty…”

“I think Becky was trying to lie to you. For some sick twisted game,” Cat said. “Maybe she just wanted you to bring her here so she could start her carnage again.”

“Well… Becky, if you did plan to do anything, you better not,” Marge said. “In fact, since you put my daughter through so much misery… I think it’s only fair for you to be watched by her and she can choose to do whatever she wants.”

Becky’s eyes widened. Marge turned to Cat. “She’s all yours. If she gives you trouble, just let me know.”

Cat grinned. “Thanks, mom.”