Clubhouse - a Mickey Mouse story

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The next morning Pete was startled to see Peg taking the kids to the door with luggage. Her expression was disgusted as she told them to hurry into the car.
"Peg?" said Pete, getting up.
She held out her hands. "Just - don't touch me."
"PJ? Pistol?" he said, tears forming in his eyes as they looked but turned away a second later. "What did you do?"
"We're going to my mom's until you can" - she paused and looked him up and down - "figure yourself out."
And away Pete's family went.
Pete didn't have any friends. No one to call up. So he just went back to sleep and tried not to think too much about it, even though it was all he could think of.
He couldn't figure out exactly what he'd done wrong. Was it the clothes and makeup? The wine? The unorganizedness?
Whatever it was, he was ready to vow he'd never do it again if only he could see his children again.
But there was one problem - Pete could never stop being herself.