The Sinclair girls were rambling in the back seat of the 1985 Rolls Royce Corniche. The cold Boston air could be felt radiating from the windows and snow was starting to stick. This season was different than the ones celebrated before hand. [ ROSEMARY WAS GONE. ] She was never coming back. No more snuggles with Shampoo, no more early morning trying to beat Luda and Tipper into the kitchen to grab soda and salty chips for breakfast, no more witnessing the baby of the Sinclair girls grow. Sometimes Carrie thought it impacted her drastically more than the rest of the siblings. Their avoidance and refusal to acknowledge her absence made her skin boil. Nevertheless, the eldest daughter pushed through these feelings. [ STIFF UPPER LIP AS A SINCLAIR SAYS. ] Well, pills and booze help the cause as well.
The three girls and Harris arrive at the Boston house. Home but different — sadder, angrier, lonelier. Tipper, who would always come with Harris to pick up the girls, wasn't there this time. Strange and weird considering there isn't a memory associated with pick ups or drop offs without Tipper. [ THIS WOULD BE THEIR NEW REALITY. ] Walking in the door, a black hair figure emerges and hugs the three without skipping a beat, as if nothing had changed. A look from their Father insinuating to not mention this drastic change. A gasp from Bess, silence from Penny, pursed lips from Carrie.
They excuse themselves from the pleasantries and are told dinner would be ready soon. The two eldest Sinclairs escape to their rooms, Carrie following Penny into her room with bags still in hand. There was shock written on her face, too stunned to put words together for a moment. Eyes widen as she points to the door, gesturing what's outside the safety of the four walls, ❝ She has black hair. When did she dye her hair? ❞ This crisis was the only visible scar this situation they'd ever see from their mother.
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