I closed the door and hung my head.
“You look like Alice.” Mrs Brown said as she looked me up and down;
black Mary Jane’s,
white knee socks,
blue dress,
white apron…
and topping it off, my very boyish head.
“Hello, Mrs Brown.” Mum said as she entered the kitchen.
“Hello,” she replied.
“Peter looks like Alice too,” she said.
“Don’t they both look gorgeous?” Mum said proudly.
“They look absolutely delightful.” our teacher said.
Why she was in our home I have no idea.
Mum told me to stop loitering and to get on with drying the dishes
, before offering Mrs Brown a cup of tea.
They sat at the table and talked about us.