bentenlaughing

Ice Flow Geraldine stopped reading and looked at her watch. Almost four. Her mother would be back soon. Hello baby. Elle would say. What’s doi’n hon? Nothing much. Geraldine would answer. This was the routine they shared. Solo Mom and adolescent daughter. Geraldine hated onslaughts of small talk. Geraldine hated her name. Elle’d made a pact with Geraldine. ‘I won’t call you Geraldine. At least not to your face.’ Then she’d added. ‘I won’t bore you ‘Deeny’ with how my day’s been if you’ve done your chores - ok ? Otherwise, I’ll haunt you, Hon, with the name you were born with.’ The phone rang. Mom? Deeny said. It’s ME! The voice announced. Hello ME. Deeny replied. Cheeky duck. More like your mother every day. Geraldine raised her left eyebrow. I’m surrounded Geraldine! Geraldine pursed her bottom lip. You know I will hang up ME if you ever call me THAT again! Surrounded by ice - oops Deeny. Mountainous icebergs. Anyway, she’s not here MEEEEE! Mom’s not here. I was dancing with Rudi dear...