I began rummaging through my underwear drawer, looking for an old one. Peter requested ‘not a lacy one’. “Don’t worry… I’m not gonna let you wear one of my nice ones.” I dryly replied. “Here.” I said, finding a seldom worn sports bra.
“Thanks.” Peter frowned. He took the items to his room and Mum and I just looked at each other for couple of seconds, before bursting into a highly contained snigger.
“I can’t believe he’s actually going to do it.” I grinned. “I was only joking when I asked him.” I claimed.
“So was I.” Mum chuckled. “Maybe he’s just pretending that he doesn’t want to?”
“Or maybe he’s only doing it because I offered to give him a cut of my earnings.”
“Hmm… true.” Mum asked. “How much do you think you’ll get?”