holes.

What she is holding is my favorite top, one that dad brought me back from Paris while in France working on another nuclear power plant.

It's a cute blue fishnet top...

Except I don't own any fishnet fabric clothing, it's far too revealing for my taste.

"There must be something wrong with the detergent, there seems to be holes in all you clothes, I even added some fabric softener." Says my mom as she show me panties, bras, tops and pants or skirts all half decayed , looking like swiss cheese.

I spot something on the ground near the machines.

It's a brown empty plastic bottle with a handle. The one she just poured in the washers for this load of laundry.

And its label.

HYDROCHLORIC ACID.

Mom! She used one of the bottles of acid that dad uses in his workshop as fabric softener.

I grab a pair of panties, not only does it have holes but the fabric is so eaten by the acid that what is left of it could give away at anytime if I was to wear it.

"Mom all my clothe are ruined, what will I wear to school monday?" I scream.

We are standing there waiting for my mom to reply, with Ernest (what is he doing there anyway? besides getting an eyeful of my mom and my ass?)