“I was thinking about…” she blushed.
“…it sounds silly now.”
“Go on,” I said.
“Well…
little things like…” she paused. “
…your first bra…” she grinned.
“…and getting your ears pierced… stuff like that.”
I raised my finger to my earlobe.
“I’d forgotten about those too.” I said.
I placed my hand on my left chest and added,
“But not this.” Mum grinned and I smiled coyly back.
I looked at the back of my hand, my outstretched fingers, and my pale pink nails. “Or these.”
“Would you do it again?” Mum asked.
I closed my hand and looked at her.
The question is ambiguous.
“Not pose as my imaginary PA…” Mum added,
“…but dress up?”
“Er…
I dunno…
I guess it depends.” I replied.