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"Come on kids, we'll be late if you don't hurry;" Mary turned to her husband. "I'm wasting my breath; give me a hand with the luggage will you, the taxi will be here in a minute." | "Come on kids, we'll be late if you don't hurry;" Mary turned to her husband. "I'm wasting my breath; give me a hand with the luggage will you, the taxi will be here in a minute." | ||
Bob grabbed both cases | Bob grabbed both cases, lifted them easily, even though they were not far off the maximum weight, and carried them down the front steps. He was 35 years old and although he wasn't tall, he was a guy you definitely wanted on your side in a fight. He dropped the big cases on the front drive of their big detached house and turned to get the two smaller ones. | ||
Mary was standing, framed in the front door; she was a petite five feet and a bit, with long fair hair, tied back in a ponytail. Bob stopped and looked at her; even though she was the mother of two school-age children, she could still pass for a high-school girl herself. He walked up, put his arms around her and gave her a kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips. | |||
" | "Watch it Mister, she said, pushing him off as the two children came running down the stairs. | ||
"IT'S MY TURN," Molly shouted. At eight years old, she was as cute as a button. Her straight brown hair hung down to her shoulders with a fringe over her big brown puppy-dog eyes. Slim but not skinny, she stood nearly a head taller than her brother, Harry. | |||
"You had it last time," Harry insisted. Harry was six and the baby of the family; like his sister his hair was dark brown, but cut short in little more than a fuzz over his head. Unlike his sister, his eyes were blue and there was a hint of tears as he squared up to his big sister. | |||
"STOP IT!" Mary said, firmly. She never shouted but when she used that tone, the children knew not to ignore it. | |||
Bob picked up the other two cases and then the taxi arrived, so there was no time to resolve the dispute, whatever it was. | |||
'''Bob's Family''' | |||
[[Summer Holiday/Bob|Bob's Story]] | |||
[[Summer Holiday/Mary|Mary's story]] | |||
[[Summer Holiday/Molly|Molly's Story]] | |||
[[Summer Holiday/Harry|Harry's Story]] | |||
[[Category:Summer Holiday]] | |||
Latest revision as of 10:27, 21 August 2019
"Come on kids, we'll be late if you don't hurry;" Mary turned to her husband. "I'm wasting my breath; give me a hand with the luggage will you, the taxi will be here in a minute."
Bob grabbed both cases, lifted them easily, even though they were not far off the maximum weight, and carried them down the front steps. He was 35 years old and although he wasn't tall, he was a guy you definitely wanted on your side in a fight. He dropped the big cases on the front drive of their big detached house and turned to get the two smaller ones.
Mary was standing, framed in the front door; she was a petite five feet and a bit, with long fair hair, tied back in a ponytail. Bob stopped and looked at her; even though she was the mother of two school-age children, she could still pass for a high-school girl herself. He walked up, put his arms around her and gave her a kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips.
"Watch it Mister, she said, pushing him off as the two children came running down the stairs.
"IT'S MY TURN," Molly shouted. At eight years old, she was as cute as a button. Her straight brown hair hung down to her shoulders with a fringe over her big brown puppy-dog eyes. Slim but not skinny, she stood nearly a head taller than her brother, Harry.
"You had it last time," Harry insisted. Harry was six and the baby of the family; like his sister his hair was dark brown, but cut short in little more than a fuzz over his head. Unlike his sister, his eyes were blue and there was a hint of tears as he squared up to his big sister.
"STOP IT!" Mary said, firmly. She never shouted but when she used that tone, the children knew not to ignore it.
Bob picked up the other two cases and then the taxi arrived, so there was no time to resolve the dispute, whatever it was.
Bob's Family