DAVID AND JENNY
The next day arrived and I had planned to catch a cab after lunch when I heard the beep of a horn outside. It was David ad Jenny. “HI Jen and Dave,” I said proudly.
“We got a lift with our lecturer, Mr. Cummings, Mum,” said Jenny proudly.
Mum then walked to where I was holding Jenny’s port and Jenny said, “Mr. Cummings, this is my Oma, which means Grandma in Dutch.”
“I guessed as much kids. I better get going and if you need anything just call me on my mobile,” said Mr. Cummings pleasantly.
“We’ll do,” said David and Jenny as they waved off to their lecturer as he sped off in his car.
“Where do we sleep, Mum,” asked David.
“Over here, kids, behind the French doors,” I said feeling relieved at the kids arriving. The kids settled in and I made them some food. Mum just sat their glum.
“Now where is the house that you are getting,” said David curiously.
“Well, not sure, but I don’t think it's happening,” I faltered.
“What? This is incredible! You come up here for... nothing... basically. Mum and Oma what is the story,” queried David.
“Not sure, but I don’t think we are going to get a house here, but we can rent,” said Mum.
“That is stupid, Oma,” said Jenny seriously.
“Well the house didn’t happen and it is up to Dan and Meryl,” said Mum, speaking like a robot.
“This is nuts, Oma. They promised to buy you a house or did I hear things wrong,” inquired David.
“Now you are really getting on my nerves, Dave,” said Mum, looking at him annoyed.
“All he did was ask, Oma. What in god’s name is going on,” asked Jenny, looking at me and Oma for clues, but there were none. “Well I am having a shower and getting some sleep, Mum. Which is my bed?”
“Just pick whatever you like behind the French doors kids and enjoy a rest,” I smiled.