I had regretted agreeing to help my older sister out, but a promise was a promise so here was stuck in her living room being stared at by her two sons while she flustered about the room.
“I’ve left the number where I can be reached by the phone,” Maud said for the umpteenth time “there’s plenty of food in the…”
“Look Maud,” I sighed in exasperation “you’ve been through this a hundred times already, you will only be gone a week, what the hell can happen in a week?”
Half an hour later Maud finally left the house while her boys, Tom and Clive grinned at each other. I must admit that I had no great liking for kids which was probably why I was still single at twenty-eight, unlike Maud who had wed at seventeen, had her first kid at eighteen and her second at nineteen. She’d still be having them if it hadn’t been for the fact that her husband had decided two was enough and gone and got himself doctored. So there I was, stuck for a whole week with two boys, one fifteen years old the other fourteen, who seemed to do nothing but stare at me.
“What?” I asked angrily.
“Your pretty aunt Glenda.” Tom smiled in reply.
His response rather took the wind from me, my anger faded and I felt a little flattered to think that the boys found me attractive, even if I do say it myself I have a good body and a face that men find appealing.
“Uh, thank you Tom.” I muttered at last.