Clementine:
Leysa and I kept trying to hold in our laughter, but every now and then, a little shriek escaped our lips.
Then Ian and Troy would give us a look, and we'd act like we hadn't just been laughing.
The funny part was that Troy had woken up, and we'd decided to fool Uncle Patrick.
We'd all been so traumatized over the last few years that we decided it was time to bring a comedic end to everyone's suffering and take revenge in a way that was so funny, yet so traumatizing, that nobody would ever want to repeat the mistakes some of our ancestors had made.
So, it was decided that Ian and Troy would dress up as women to play the roles of maids in the darkness of the room.
I'd made Ian wear a black-and-white maid's uniform, which, to be honest, was unfair because both men were so broad.
They looked like maids on steroids.
That was why we kept laughing.
"Do we have to put on makeup?" Troy grumbled, and the moment he turned to look at me, I burst out laughing.
