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The Elevator Eighth Floor
Created Jul-05-2021 10:33:28pm
Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused trouble to others for his own amusement. Cardonali had the ability to put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted to. He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an elevator waiting to see who would get in.
Patrick and Karen Delancy ran to the elevator leaving their mother behind. When they heard their mother click-clacking her way down the hall, they posed in the stance they were going to take for the finally of their routine.
Roberta, their mother stood in front of the elevator door beholding her children. What she was about to say died in her throat. Instead with a not very bemused look she says, "Very funny, very funny. You are in each other's costumes. Do you really want people to see you perform like that?"
Immediately embarrassed Patrick said, "It was just a joke. We thought you would find it funny."
"Oh, I do. I should make you do the entire routine in each other's costumes. Better yet, I should make you wear each other's clothes for the entire week. Karen would you like to wear your brother's skirts and tops to school on Monday? How about his training bra?"
Patrick snickered at the thought.
Roberta addressing Patrick this time, "Do you want to wear your sister's jock?"
Patrick had been embarrassed, but Karen was completely mortified. The thought that her friends would see her dressed like this. She didn't know how her brother had convinced her to prank their mother."
No, not that!" Karen cried out.
"OK, then you had better get home and change into your proper outfits."
Patrick and Karen ran back to their apartment, They had to get back into their own costumes.
Roberta had considered making her children go to the dance studio, where the concert was to be performed as they were, then let them change once there. But she had other concerns. She had run out of diapers (or so she thought) and she wanted to make sure she went again so she wouldn't have an accident before she bought more.
Roberta also rushed back to the apartment and straight to the bathroom. She kicked herself for letting her supply of diapers run out.