“No goofy smile. Just an appreciation for the world and its beauty”, she retorted.
He side-eyes her. “You’re up to something. Or you’re in love again. Dear God, don’t let it be love again. We can’t take another Mimi love affair!” He reaches for her, “will I have to step in and protect you again? Be your big brother?”
“You are my big brother”, she answered, “even if you don’t always act like it.” She let him hug her, but only for a second before flicking him with a dish towel. “Get off; you’ll mush my hair.”
“I think I got a little batter in it. Sorry. Interesting look, though. It makes you seem so, so domestic.”
“I am domestic”; she said indignantly. “I cook, clean… my room’s like a spa compared to yours. And my breakfasts are the family favorites.”
“According to who?”
“Me. Mom, everyone. Ask Dad – he likes them and Susy actually eats the breakfasts I make. She doesn't hide them and pretend like with yours.”
“What? Susy loves my breakfasts! She says they’re her favorites and always comes back for seconds”
“Look in the compost bin, is all I say. Then tell me how much she’s been eating. Remember the lavender-mushroom French toast with edible lilies? Compost. What hasn’t composted so well is the raw steak bryani omelet from a couple of weeks ago. I think that’s why the RATS are there.” Spitting out the word rats.
Susy jumped. “Rats? Really? Mimi, are you just bugging me or are you telling the truth?” “MOM! DAD! ARE THERE RATS IN THE KITCHEN?”
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