Snow fell outside the window in large, spiraling flakes, slipping into liquid the moment they into contact with the water-fogged window panes, hot, steaming air spilling from the bathtub as Cassie through the water, lathering shampoo into her dark hair. One look through the glass revealed the early—but no less joyous—arrival of her mother, returning from a long ( and what Cassie could safely assume was hard, from the set, stiff line of her mother's shoulders) day at work. Cass leapt out of the bath and staggered over to her bathroom sink, slinging a towel tightly across her chest. She barely glanced at the mirror as she bolted out the door, sparing no time for clothes as she bolted down the staircase leading to her kitchen, trailing lavender scented soap behind her.
Her mother was just taking off her coat when Cass barged into the mud-room, bare feet slapping against the cold tile.
Cass's mom took one look at her and burst into raucous laughter, clutching at her breast, the other leaning against the wall. Cass froze mid-greeting, one hand wrapped stoically around the knot her towel made at the edge of her collarbone, the other spread wide in invitation.
"Cassidy, love," her mother said, looking her amusedly up and down. "Haven't you forgotten something?" She bit the inside of her cheek. "A few somethings... ?"
Cass blinked. "What?"
Sally grinned. "You've still got something in your hair."
Cass's mouth fell open for a moment. Then, she groaned. "Oh, no. Not again."
Cass's mother collapsed into a fit of completely unmotherly giggles.
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