Hank's Evil Grin

I knew I was in trouble the moment Hank barged into our lockless upstairs bathroom. I was in the tub soaking in glorious hot water. He didn’t say anything just grinned, and started soaking a wash cloth in ice water. Shrinking into a corner was pointless, so I stood in the slippery tub and faced my tormentor. He went into his wind up motion, and I did the only thing I could think of. I gave him a little head fake. He bought it. The throw went wide. It caught one of my Mothers favourite potted plants and flipped it upside down in the tub. Who grows a tropical jungle in their bathroom anyway? I quickly escaped the rapidly muddying water, yelling triumphantly, but urgently for Mom, and left my brother to his well-deserved fate.

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