Idk
Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 6
Edith
(Edith doesn’t speak English ... she speaks Cockney ... it’s something that takes a bit of getting used to. What you see is what I hear.)
“She’s your Mother ... how could you?”
“She pissed ... excuse me ... she upset my tranquility. If she hadn’t giggled things would be fine.”
“Edith ... have you looked in a mirror?”
“I look like me.”
“Now ... I have a problem with that. If you look like you always looked ... then you have to be in our line of ancestry.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You look exactly like my mother ... only younger.”
“I do not!”
The owner’s stateroom ... where mom and I sleep ... has a good sized mirror ... attached to the overhead above the bed. It wouldn’t last a second in a tropical storm, but it’s okay for a river. I had an idea ... no idea where it came from ... it was just there.
“Come with me, please.”
We went below and made our way to the stateroom.
I gestured at the bed. I laid down myself.
“Finally,” Edith said. She just took that bikini top off and hit the bed. Not exactly what I had in mind ... but...
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