"That's my mom, she's no new age woman, she believes there are jobs women do and then there are jobs men do and as she says 'that's just the way it is....' I know there's no arguing with my mother and if I ever want some free time this summer, I'd better see what Mrs. Banks wants and get it done.When I knocked on her door I heard her say 'come in, I'm in the kitchen' so I let myself in and headed for the kitchen. The first thing I noticed is Mrs. Banks is still in her PJs and because they're those. That caught me by surprise. "Really?" I usually spend it with my brother, but he's deployed overseas this year, and my best friend is gonna be busy hanging out with this new guy she's dating, so—yeah, no plans." No way, that's awesome!" I said. Tracy raised an eyebrow at my callous enthusiasm, so I hurriedly clarified: "Not the fact that you don't have plans—that's not what's awesome. I mean, it's awesome for me. Or, I mean, it could be."Fuck. It'd been years since I'd gotten this tongue-tied. When Michelle and Tammy were up and about, it was about 8.30pm. They both came downstairs and wolfed up a large helping of spaghetti each, giggling and chatting throughout. There was a resurgence of the burping competition from before, but it was won easily by Michelle's dad, as he laughed along and let out a massive belch that seemed to shake the windows in their frames. He did the dishes (despite the earlier arrangement), and called Tammy's house, letting them know she would be staying the. Finally the Mom demanded to know, "What are you doing up there?" I'm unpacking. Why?" You're not staying in the attic." I'm not. I'm in my room." Come down here and move the truck. Then we'll discuss whether that's your room or not." She ordered.I went down stairs and out the door I'd opened for the Mom earlier, pushing Shelly out of my way and pulling it locked it behind me. I enjoyed yelling, "No peaking!" at her. I suppose I shouldn't have but it was only fair.I moved Henry so the Dad could.