Charles often suggests one of his sisters give him a hand but he knows they’ll never say yes. It’s just something he says when they seem to have plenty of spare time on their hands or appear bored. He doesn’t mind that they decline… doing all the housework isn’t so bad and with no school to work around, he should be done soon after lunch, then he’ll have some time to himself. He continues sweeping the stairs when the doorbell rings. “Can you get that Sammy?” he hollers. There’s no reply. He sighs and descends the stairs, checking and straightening his apron as he passes the hallway mirror. Given the time of day, he fully expects the postman and hopes it’s the regular one who won’t gasp or stifle a snigger when faced with Charles in his full housekeeping uniform. “Mike!” Charles gasps upon seeing his school friend stood at the door. All of Charlie’s friends know he’s learning to be a housekeeper and know not to call around unannounced. He’d rather they didn’t catch him doing the housework and see him in his uniform, although all are aware what he has to wear.