Old clothes

"Here sweetie. I knew I had old clothes." Molly said to 'Katie', coming back into the room with a plastic bag. "A bit old, but you'll survive."

If by a bit old, Molly meant older then dust, she was right. The clothes looked like hell, looking rough and used; a pair of tight white cotton panties with an itchy tag, a yellow shirt with a bedazzled sunflower, and a pair of overalls that stopped right above the knee. Some knee length socks followed afterwards, making Katie look (she felt) like an idiot.

Before she had much time to think about the clothing choices, Bobby came back into the room, plopping himself onto the couch.

"Where'd you find the little girl, 'ma?" He asked, kicking his feet up on the stand; Katie remained seated, munching passively on the cookies as she stole glances at the attractive man.

"Poor dear was shivering outside in nothing but her skivvies." Molly replied.

"Oh." Bobby replied, seeming to lose interest. A buzzing filled the air. "Work call ma, you making dinner."

"Sure am Bobby." She replied as he went upstairs. Hm....

Katie imagined the phonecall was important. Now if she could get upstairs....