CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY EIGHT – TWO CAN PLAY A THAT GAME

Not one to take these sorts of shenanigans lightly, Claire quickly retaliated by infiltrating Jasmine's art studio downtown. She managed to sneak in while Jasmine was out grabbing lunch, carefully locating and swapping out all her sister's paint tubes with quick-drying cement powder. A few hours later, Jasmine strolled back into the studio humming to herself, quickly setting up an easel and canvas to try and capture the inspiration suddenly struck by the sunny spring day outside. She popped the cap off a tube of white paint and gave it a tentative squeeze onto her palette. Nothing but a hard chalky burst of grey powder spilled out. "What the..." Jasmine looked at the tube in confusion, giving it another insistent squeeze. More dust, but no liquid paint. Snatching up another tube of blue, she snapped off the cap and was greeted by the same powder explosion. And another with green. And red. One by one, each "paint" tube was expelling nothing but quick-dry cement dust all over her pal