Nora descended the stairs…
Her mother stood up and said brightly, “Oh, good, Nora, you’re just in time to give me a hand in the kitchen.” Nora was thankful for the diversion: she didn’t feel like being the center of attention for a while. Just as they were about to leave, Opal popped out of her chair, looked closely at her sister’s face, and then reached out to give her cheek a wipe with a quickly-produced hankie.
“Little splooge on your cheek,” she whispered. “You’re good to go now.”
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