My mother was laughing, which was not her real laughter. She used a false laugh whenever Brother David was nearby, not that I could tell it impressed him. For all I knew, maybe it did.
I took a glance at Brother David, he was also smiling, but somehow it seemed false aswell.
Not wanting to hear my mother laugh, I rolled up the window, not that it made much difference besides to deafen the sound slightly.
Sighing in my seat, I sat back and scratched my shoulder. The suit was getting itchy again.
‘Come on, mum, leave him be and let’s go home,’ I thought in irritation.
But, by the way she looked as I glanced out the window, she seemed to be enjoying herself, maybe too much.
Shuddering slightly, I glanced away as I saw my mother bat her eyelashes.
I knew that was a form of flirting, a girl at my school did it once. Obviously, I thought she had a lose eyelash and told the teacher. The rest of the class laughed and jeered at me, Jenny
(the girl in question) looked embarrassed.
I never mentioned it again, since for a week my friends teased me by batting their eyelashes at me aswell.
I noticed my cheeks were getting red because they felt warm. I tried to ignore my mum and Brother David.
The tie I wore was choking me again. I pulled at it but gave up. I Don
’t know why my mum insisted on putting it on, it was only a clip one. But, she somehow managed to make it too tight on my collar.
(to be continued...)