“Er… hi Charlie.” Mike meekly replied. “Er… my Mum’s here too.”
Behind Mike stands his mother who greets Charles with a bemused grin. He invites them inside and shyly says that he’s in the middle of his chores. “I gathered that.” Mike’s mother says as she looked Charles up and down. “You certainly keep the place looking spotless.” she complimented as her beady eye scanned the hallway. There’s barely a speck of dust anywhere. The sideboard shines, the ornaments and photo frames are gleaming and precisely positioned on its shelves.
The brass door and drawer handles look as if they’ve been recently polished. “Do you do it all yourself?” she asked.
“Mostly.” Charles replied. Samantha hollered through from the lounge and asked who was here. “Just Mike and Mrs Peters.” he replied, before turning his shy attention back to the visitors.
