My pants don’t fit! I cried very un-Zenlike. She took this relaxation and meditation class, and now she goes around telling us that the house has to be her Zen place. Dylan’s been trying to be all mature these days, drinking tea and acting really patient and calm no matter what the situation. I’m trying to have a peaceful morning here. What’s the matter, Lexi? asked Dylan in a slightly annoyed tone. They were practically falling off my hips, actually. Now my ankles were covered, but my pants were riding too low for comfort. My older sister, Dylan, gave me a glance over her teapot and then looked back at what she was reading. I stood up and shimmied the pants down a little so that they covered more of my ankles. Wait, why was there suddenly so much ankle showing from the bottom of my pant leg? These pants weren’t capris! Had they shrunk? I stretched out my foot at the breakfast table and looked down. bare, despite the fact I had on long pants. It was a cold and rainy morning, even though it was almost Memorial Day, and the weather was a little fluky: hot and muggy one day, chilly and cool the next.
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