Katie and Terry stared at the door through which their mother had left, then at each other. Alan and Elza seemed oblivious to what was going on.
Katie was about to leave the kitchen, following in the wake of their mother's exit, when Alan piped up with something totally unexpected.
"Oh Katie, I forgot to remind Mommy about something very important. She wanted to ask you to please, PLEEASE consult her BEFORE you go about wishing any more people back."
For the third time that day, another impromptu statue graced the entrance to the William's kitchen.
Terry shook his head. "What a day this has turned out to be! I'm beginning to miss being at school, taking finals or even a visit to the dentist."
He had just stepped forward to try his hand at reviving her when Alan and Elza took action, deciding it was their turn to revive someone from a semi-catatonic state. They each grabbed a large pitcher and threw its iced contents in Katie's direction, most of which hit her, but some liquid splashed Terry and also got their father, who had gotten home a little early and had barely opened his mouth to ask Katie if she was feeling better.
They dropped the pitchers, Katie sat down hard on the floor, and Geoffrey choked a little before managing to swallow what had landed in his mouth.
"Good limeade, Katie," he remarked, "not too sweet, just the right amount of tartness....but kids, I do prefer to drink it from a glass, not wear it. Terry, could you please get a washcloth for me? Some got in my eyes."
Terry ran to get a washcloth from the downstairs bathroom as quickly as he could. He'd had his own experiences with citrus juice in the eye, and he sympathized strongly with anyone who was currently suffering the consequences.