Red Blooded
“Like, open ones. He drew faces and put paper clothes on them. He said my locker was Tamponville.”
I covered my mouth with my napkin to hide my grin.
Jen hit my shoulder and frowned, but I could see a smile behind her lips as she sipped her wine.
“Tristan’s always liked teasing you. You’re like a little sister to him,” I say.
“Or, he’s teasing you because he likes you,” Jen said.
“Tamponville, Mom. Tamponville,” Peyton said, clutching her armrests.
“Well,” I said, as I tried to be serious. “Do you want me to talk to Mr. McCoy, see if Tristan can’t—”
She sighed. “No, don’t worry, I already handled it.”
“Oh really?” Jen’s right eyebrow glided up.
“Yeah, I made a Padtown in his locker. Barbie clothes fit really well over panty liners.”
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