Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

The front door rang at the same time.

Elizabeth was in the mood to let it ring until whoever was there finally let it go, but there was an imperative and distinct sting in that ring.

She wrapped her night gown around her waist, carefully adjusted her towel beehive coiffe, and sluggishly slid on her rabbit slippers to the door. That summer heat was just too unbearable.

“COMING!” She yelled at the door, estimating her arrival there at another good minute of bunny slipper sliding and slaloming around the scattered mess.

When she finally managed to open the door, her worst fears proved true.

“Elizabeth! What sort of attire is that?! Are you sloshed already?”

Liz’ managed a pitiful smile “ Mother, how lovely seeing you here.”

“Damn bloody right it is, and not a minute too late, by the look of that place. Having another of your barmy spells haven’t you? I knew something was wrong when that delightful maid of yours stopped phoning in for her daily report. Now, budge up, let me in, take care of that mess of yours.”