‘My mother’s coming,’ said Yvonne. ‘Be careful what you say. She’s very perceptive.’
Ben nodded.
Mrs Morelli walked in. ‘Hello Ben,’ she said. She lit a cigarette with the large flip-top lighter on the mantelpiece. She clamped the cigarette in her mouth, looked in the mirror, and fixed her hair. Ben watched her discreetly without turning his head. When she was finished, she took the cigarette from her lips, said, ‘There,’ and smiled at him in the mirror, so that he almost jumped.
She sat on the arm of the sofa and crossed her legs. ‘Tell me about school today,’ she said. He’d been expecting a question. She was sitting very close – her lemon perfume was sharp and he heard the tobacco burn as she dragged on the cigarette. It all had a rather disarming effect. He looked over at Yvonne. She’d folded her arms and was frowning at the television. The program was jarring and noisy, and he had no idea what it was about.
He turned back. Mrs Morelli was staring at him. She smiled. Her eyes were dark and loaded with makeup. ‘Well, perhaps it wasn’t a very stimulating day,’ she said. She placed a cool dry hand onto his knee. ‘I must get back to my baking,’ she said. ‘I’m making a sponge cake. It’s surprisingly difficult to make a good one.’
She squeezed his leg and left the room.
‘You idiot,’ said Yvonne.
© Barry Lee Thompson and ‘Stories, by Barry Lee Thompson’, 2013.
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