chellam - ma, is 39 the cube of anything?
me - mmm...13?
chellam, bursting into laughter - ma, you're hopeless with numbers, aren't you?
me, trying to look intimidating - want to play a game of scrabble with me?
she quickly gets back to her maths
*****
chellam - ma, did that doctor call to thank you after you sent the money?
me - nope
chellam - so it was like throwing the money into a dustbin, right?
*****
chellam - ma, can i have a sip of your wine?
me, glaring at her
chellam - just one teensy weensy sip, please
i hand her the glass. she takes a small sip.
chellam - mmm...nice
takes a bigger gulp and her face twists into indescribably horrible shapes
chellam - slightly sour, no?
i burst into laughter
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