Priscilla woke up with a fist bump. Today was her birthday! She was going to have a lot of fun today. First, she would dress up in a robe and a pair of knickers. Then, she would run downstairs to see if the pool room was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited eighteen of her closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend six hours playing fun games like Monopoly and follow the leader. Her dad was planning to make plenty of blueberry pie and pie a la mode for everyone. Priscilla would try to blow out all twenty-seven candles on the lavender and blue cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Priscilla would be opening her gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a trash can! She hoped it would be a cardboard trash can. Her friend Bretta had said she would give her a boomerang, and her mentor always gave her cool stuff like the bugle she gave her last year. Priscilla could hardly wait!
She glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a bit of precipitation was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. She looked in her closet for her robe. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from her day at the cesspool. She would have to wear a beard instead. She didn't really care, as long as she could still wear her pair of knickers.
She breezed downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like caramel corn. Her dad was standing there with a turkey baster in his hand. "Happy Birthday Honey!" he said with a snort.
"Hi Daddy!" Priscilla replied joyously. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the blueberry pie," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra canned oysters. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Priscilla replied languidly. "Do we have the pie a la mode ready?"
"I'm going to wait until nine o'clock to start that," her father replied clumsily. "It only has to melt for thirty-three minutes."
"Okay," Priscilla replied ferociously. "I'm gonna go to the pool room."
"First, young lady, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some hash in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the pool room first?" she begged.
"It looks just like it always does," her father replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Priscilla responded, as she sat down to her hash. "Let's hang lots of sparkly balloons and cover the four-poster bed and the ironing board with lavender crepe paper."
"That's fine," said her father ignobly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Patty Hunter. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a food processor."
"Nice," Priscilla responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a bow. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."