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Brittany screamed.
She looked like she was crazy.
But she couldn’t grab my mom.
Brittany fell on the floor.
“Mrs. Jones, please help me! Violet’s terrible!”
“Shut up!”
My mom looked angry.
“So you’re Brittany Rogers.”
Brittany stuttered.
“Yes, I am. I’m being framed.”
My mom laughed.
“Do you know who Violet Lewis is?”
Brittany froze.
At the hotel door, the president showed up.
He was sweating.
He ran inside.
“I didn’t know Violet was your daughter!”
