“Matty!” he called, “Come over here, I think that guy is suspicious.”
“He’d not suspicious,” Matty replied, and Francis felt warmed by the remark. It think of his son defending him after such a short time, it was wonderful.
“He is so,” Al creid, stamping his foot. “Get here now!”
Francis moved to intervene in his own defence, but before he could say a word England thundered down the stairs in her son’s footsteps, scowling.
“Al, stop bossing Matty.”
“Mum, I’m only taking care of him because I’m a hero and Matty’s just a regular kid so he doesn’t realise that this guy is suspicious!”
“Matty can take care of himself,” she snapped, glaring at her son, “Besides, this guy isn’t suspicious…well, I guess he is…” Francis frowned, “But he’s someone very important and I need to introduce you to him.”
“I think he’s suspicious.” The voice made them all jump. They’d been so caught in the conversation they hadn’t noticed her mother come to the door. “I think it’s best that the boys aren’t introduced to him. Are you really going to do this?”
“Mother, I’m 31! Let me make my own decisions!”
“Well, don’t come crying to me when it all goes wrong!”
England’s eyebrow twitched in a way Francis remembered most fondly. It meant that at any moment this may degrade into a screaming match, on her part at least. It seemed clear where Alfred had acquired his temper.
Thankfully, the older woman didn’t let it go that far, stalking past them all, taking her coat and bag from beside the door and slamming out of the house.”
"Worthless interfearing old woman," England whispered, clenching her fists tightly. Matty edged another step towards Francis, his wide eyes betraying how the fight had bothered him. Al seemed largely untroubled, his attention entirely back on his plane now, which he was trying to crash into the wall.
England turned to glare at him for a moment and he feared he may take the brunt of her anger. She sighed and moved to sit down on the couch opposite him.
“Al, Matty, pay attention, this is important,” she snapped. Matty moved in another step, he was almost touching Francis now. Al directed his plane into t he back of the couch, screaming as he crashed it.
“Al, attention!” she snapped again.
“You’re no fun,” he said, pouting. She reached for him and he ran screaming to crash on the sofa beside Francis. For a second an expression crossed her face that showed that this behaviour from Al was not unusual. It was no wonder Matty came to be ignored, his brother was so demanding of attention.
"Is it about this wierd guy you found?" Al asked, pointing a finger into Francis’ cheek.
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“He’d not suspicious,” Matty replied, and Francis felt warmed by the remark. It think of his son defending him after such a short time, it was wonderful.
“He is so,” Al creid, stamping his foot. “Get here now!”
Francis moved to intervene in his own defence, but before he could say a word England thundered down the stairs in her son’s footsteps, scowling.
“Al, stop bossing Matty.”
“Mum, I’m only taking care of him because I’m a hero and Matty’s just a regular kid so he doesn’t realise that this guy is suspicious!”
“Matty can take care of himself,” she snapped, glaring at her son, “Besides, this guy isn’t suspicious…well, I guess he is…” Francis frowned, “But he’s someone very important and I need to introduce you to him.”
“I think he’s suspicious.” The voice made them all jump. They’d been so caught in the conversation they hadn’t noticed her mother come to the door. “I think it’s best that the boys aren’t introduced to him. Are you really going to do this?”
“Mother, I’m 31! Let me make my own decisions!”
“Well, don’t come crying to me when it all goes wrong!”
England’s eyebrow twitched in a way Francis remembered most fondly. It meant that at any moment this may degrade into a screaming match, on her part at least. It seemed clear where Alfred had acquired his temper.
Thankfully, the older woman didn’t let it go that far, stalking past them all, taking her coat and bag from beside the door and slamming out of the house.”
"Worthless interfearing old woman," England whispered, clenching her fists tightly. Matty edged another step towards Francis, his wide eyes betraying how the fight had bothered him. Al seemed largely untroubled, his attention entirely back on his plane now, which he was trying to crash into the wall.
England turned to glare at him for a moment and he feared he may take the brunt of her anger. She sighed and moved to sit down on the couch opposite him.
“Al, Matty, pay attention, this is important,” she snapped. Matty moved in another step, he was almost touching Francis now. Al directed his plane into t he back of the couch, screaming as he crashed it.
“Al, attention!” she snapped again.
“You’re no fun,” he said, pouting. She reached for him and he ran screaming to crash on the sofa beside Francis. For a second an expression crossed her face that showed that this behaviour from Al was not unusual. It was no wonder Matty came to be ignored, his brother was so demanding of attention.
"Is it about this wierd guy you found?" Al asked, pointing a finger into Francis’ cheek.