CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SEVEN –

A little while later, Claire emerged from her bedroom, hair wrapped up in a towel. "Hey Jas, have you seen my hairdryer anywhere?" Jasmine played it cool, gesturing to the nightstand. "Yeah, I think I saw it over there." "Thanks!" Claire grabbed the hairdryer and went back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Max and Jasmine huddled by the bathroom door, stifling giggles like kids pulling off their biggest prank ever. They heard the hairdryer click on and... PFFFFT Followed by a fit of violent coughing and sneezing from inside the bathroom. "What the...?" cough cough "JASMINE!" Claire exploded out of the bathroom looking like a furious powder-covered ghost, her eyes squinted and flour billowing around her. "Okay, very funny! Get over here!" Jasmine and Max were beside themselves with laughter, clutching their sides doubled over on the floor. "Oh man..." Max gasped for air. "The look...on your face!" Claire stood there seething, flour hand-prints forming on her hip