"My mother is hosting a party," Sarah said, sounding as if she'd been handed her own death warrant. "And she's invited me."
There wasn't much information in the invitation other than the time and date, and that it required formal dress. Sarah knew that she had to attend; her mother's tantrums were famous, and it would be better to go along for one evening to appease her temper.
"This is not good news?" Thousandfeathers asked.
"It's terrible news. I'm going to have to go and put up with all of her friends… Not to mention her," Sarah rubbed her eyes.