Sorry for the short chapter, but it's all I can do right now. I promise more very soon!
Fifteen minutes later, Sister Nutface had rounded up a posse of stern old nuns and together they had forcefully dumped Kate into a bathtub. Kate, who tried never to have a bath unless absolutely necessary, thought it a torture worse than what she had imagined. As the old sisters scrubbed her, she wailed and tried to fight them off. "Ugh, glug glug! Leggo o' me! Aaah, stop this torture! Glug, lemme go! Yugh!" Sister Grayhair, Nutface's blood sister, grabbed Kate's arm as she tried to escape. "Sit still, you savage!" She said sternly. "We're trying to wash behind your ears. Dearie me, look at the water! Why, it's like mud!"
When they were at last finished washing Kate, she was hauled out, completely pink from the scrubbing. But the sisters were not finished with Kate. After she was wrapped in a fluffy pink towel, they attacked her hair. Sister Grayhair was the only one who ventured to examine it. Parting Kate's shoulder-length hair gingerly, she grimaced and peered at the parting. She stepped back, horrified. "Ugh!" she exclaimed. "You have lice crawling allover you! How, for the sake of curiosity, have you been able to stand it?"
Kate scratched her head thoughtfully. "Really?" she asked. "I never knew! Prob'ly 'cause I never bother with washing my hair. Too troublesome, y' know." A gasp came up from the sisters.
"Never washed her hair?" repeated one sister, sounding faint. Another sister cried out, "She's as bad as a heathen! Nay, even worse!" And she swooned dead away.
Sister Grayhair stepped forward resolutely. "Sisters," she said, addressing the crowd, "We have resort to Operation Lice-Removal. And you know what that means!" All the sisters looked grim. "Aye!" They marched out in single file.
Oooh…looks like Kate's in for it now! I feel sorry for her…but unfortunately, things won't be getting much better for another few chapters!