Jen considered her options, she had to answer the door or Susan would use the spare key and let herself in. Rushing back to the closet she grabbed her bathrobe but found that she couldn’t put it on; instinctively she now knew it was worth 8 points and was way above her measly budget of 2.
She decided to grab a bra and use the door for modesty from the waist down. Hurriedly putting it on the doorbell rang a 3rd and 4th time. She could hear Susan shouting, “Jen? I’m coming up!”
With the bra on Jen ran to the upstairs landing but before she could get downstairs the door was open and she had to duck out of Susan’s view. Standing behind a wooden barrier at the side of the stairs gave her the modesty she needed, Susan could only see her bra clad top half.
“Jen? What’s wrong? Why aren’t you dressed?! School starts in like 10 minutes!”
“I know Susan but Kyle cursed me... and I can’t”
“What do you mean you CAN’T?!”
Jen tried to explain the curse as best she could, and Susan stood with a straight face and listened, finally she said,
“That’s a load of garbage, now get dressed and let’s go!”
Jen whimpered and in panic realised how to get Susan to believe her, “What’s your score Susan?” She called.
Instantly the other girl said “16” before slapping a hand to her mouth, “How do I know that!” she shrieked.
“What’s a bathrobe worth?!” Jen called.
“8” Susan responded again, her instinctual understanding scared her. “Oh my god Jen! Does this mean...”
Jen nodded solemnly, “I only have 2 points, and if I’m going to survive the day you need to lose some points...”