Margaret was in an unusually good mood this morning, and she hummed as she put a selection of cereals on the table. She looked round the nearly completed kitchen, glad that it would finished by this afternoon and she would be able to cook again properly.
Amy smiled up at her, munching on Sugar-Puffs "Muuuum?" she whined.
Margaret rolled her eyes "Yeeees?" she inquired.
"About last night?" said Amy.
Margaret froze and closed her eyes, waiting for some terribly embarrassing question. She didn't respond; didn't want to encourage Amy.
"It wasn't really Ben's fault" said Amy, squashing Sugar-Puffs down with her spoon to squeeze more honey out into the milk.
Margaret let out a deep breath and relaxed.
"I was just thinking...." continued Amy "That a month's a really, really long time, and..."
"It's all right Amy, your dad and I have discussed it and we've already decided it's probably not the most appropriate punishment at the moment" she said.
Amy looked up and smiled broadly "Really?" she asked.
"Yes of course, why would I say different?" said Margaret.
"So can Ben go out to play today?" asked Amy.
Margaret gazed at Amy for a short while, wondering just what had got into these two who had spent the past three years at each others throats. "I suppose so" she said, wondering if she was now being too soft.
The last of a long sequence of door slams, was followed by a herd of elephants crashing down the stairs, and Ben, leaping the last three landed noisily in the hall, he scooted round the corner, half crouched and pulled up short when he saw his saw his mother glaring at him from the kitchen. He straightened up and became sober, walking down the hall like a funeral director.
"Morning, Benedict" said Margaret.
"Morning, mum" he said in a small and humble voice.
Amy smiled at him encouragingly "Morning, Ben" she said brightly.
"Morning, Amy" he said, considerably less brightly.
Ben tucked himself behind the protection of the table, and reached for of a packet of Frosties, keeping half an eye his mother in case she rushed him suddenly.
"Muuuum?" said Amy.
"Yeeees?" asked Margaret.
"You know what we were just talking about, you know, and all I was saying and stuff, could Ben go out to play today, please....." she whined irritatingly. Ben had no idea what Amy had said to his mother, but he didn't get his hopes up. He couldn't see himself getting sprung this soon, and that easily.
"Yes" said Margaret in frustration, she didn't know what Amy was going on about, she'd already told her once. Shaking her head, she turned to the sink.
Ben looked up in surprise, his mouth dropping open, as Frosties rained down all over the table and his lap. Amy leaned across "Sorted" she whispered "Told you I would" she beamed at him.
He looked at her in amazement. She was a genius! How had she done it? He was filled with a quite unfamiliar affection for his sister.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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