After washing the dishes I watched television.
I waited past the twenty minutes;
hoping they would return.
Reluctantly, I took care of the laundry.
It was embarrassing to unload the washer,
as the load of laundry was Mom’s and Becky’s undergarments.
I was thankful that no one else was in the laundry house.
I waited an hour for them to return before going back to retrieve their underwear from the dryer.
I felt like a pervert sneaking into the laundry house to collect their delicates.
Mom and Becky were gone for close to two hours before they finally returned.
They walked in all happy and joking.
As usual, Becky got way.
“That took longer than you said,” I whined.
“I’m sorry; I really thought we would be home sooner.”
“Quit whining, it’s not like you had any plans,”
Becky retorted; then added,
“Did you remember to get the laundry, or is it still sitting in the washer?”
“I took care of the laundry,
after I finished washing the dishes,
and cleaning the kitchen;
while you were shopping,”
She is such a princess lazy-ass.
“Thank you Bobby.
You’re a good son.”
“So what did you do with it? You probably didn’t fold or put it away.”
“Becky…” Mom obviously didn’t like her tone.
“I put the basket on ‘your’ bed, for ‘you’ to fold.”
“That figures,” Becky pushed by me.
“That is enough, apologize to your brother.”
“Apologize!” Becky stood with her mouth agape, “What for, he’s the one.”
“Apologies now and then go take care of the laundry,” Mom held her hand up to ward off any rebuffs. “Now!”
“Sorry,” Thinking ‘What a dweeb.’
Becky carried her packages back to her bedroom.
When she saw the basket of lingerie she was glad that the little dweeb had not touched her things.
As she folded and piled the lingerie a wicked thought came to her.
She was going to have fun with the little dweeb, soon to be pervert.
Becky felt the need to tarnish the halo on Mom’s little angel.