Mum stated that she liked some of those frocks and claimed I looked lovely in them, but I sided with Peter and declared them mostly horrendous. “Has he worn that spearmint polka-dot tea dress yet?” she asked me. I shook my head since I had a mouthful of food. “…or the green velvet one with the lace collar?”
“Not yet.” I replied. “I organised them to get the really bad ones out of the way first.”
“Both of those sound really bad.” Peter said.
“You liked the blue dungee dress didn’t you.” I reminded him.
“Not so much ‘liked’… it was just better than some of the others.” he claimed.
“You wore it well.” I said.
“You wear that well.” Mum added. “It’s a shame that I’ll never see you wearing it again.”
“There’ll be photographs.” Peter reminded her.
“True.” Mum smiled. “I’d like one of us together.” she suggested. “All three of us.”
“Oh Mu-um.” Peter groaned. “I’m only doing this to help Emma… I’m not exactly enjoying it.”
“You’re not exactly hating it either, otherwise you wouldn’t be doing it.” she claimed.
“Well there is a financial incentive.” I reminded her. “I doubt he’d be doing it otherwise.”
Peter cast me a thankful smile, fluttering his eyelids as he did so. Regardless of the reasons, he doesn’t half look nice and I’m pretty sure he knows he does.
Normally after supper, one of us washes the dishes and the other dries and puts them away, but since Peter and I are busy, Mum offered to clear up… providing I took a photograph of her and Peter first. I popped upstairs to fetch the lipstick since it needed reapplying. “You look like you’ve done that a hundred times.” Mum said as he quickly applied it and rolled his lips together.
“It’s not exactly difficult.” he bashfully replied. “Where do you want me?” he asked.
“How about by the fireplace in the sitting room?” Mum suggested. We went through, they posed and I took a couple of photos. “Can I get one of you two together?” she asked.
“Oh Mu-um.” Peter whined.
“I’m hardly dressed for a photograph.” I claimed since I’m only wearing jeans and a jumper. “I haven’t even got make-up on.” I added.
“Well go and put something nice on… it’ll only take a minute.” Mum said in an insistent tone.