Next, Michael ironed three blouses and finally his PE top. From the Sheila maid hung two pairs of culottes, three blouses, his PE skort and one PE top, all hung neatly on clothes hangers. He took them all in one hand before raising the Sheila maid back up to the ceiling and headed to his bedroom. Sandra watched him leave. His high-waisted culottes swung from side to side and his hair bounced up and down as he walked down the hallway. The heels of his Mary Jane’s clacked noisily on the parquet flooring. Sandra smiled to herself as she watched him leave, before turning to her sister. “He does suit having his hair a bit longer.”
“Yes, he does,” Karen replied. “But I think I should send him to at least get it trimmed.” She reluctantly added.
