Penelope rubbed her face, still dazed. “What do you mean, a big calico?”

Easton smirked. “It used to be a calico, now it’s a tortoiseshell.”

“What calico? What tortoiseshell?!” Penelope fumbled for her phone and opened the camera. Seeing her face, she screamed.

“Ah! My face! What’s with red? And… what’s this black stuff?”

Hope leaned in for a closer look. “Looks like some kind of herbal mud. I remember we had a bunch of herbal mud stored in the utility room.”

Penelope waved her hands frantically. “Mud? No way! It’s from the paint on the door couplets!”

Easton rolled his eyes. “Did you trip in the storage room?”

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