"Charlotte, you promised your grandma to visit her this Saturday, she is waiting for you" mum shouted to her daughter, who was upstairs, probably bored and playing with her phone.
... there was no reply.
Charlotte was somewhat typical young lady, who thought that visiting her grand mother was rather unnecessary and dull event, comparable to quadratic equations or an act of peeling potatoes. She thought if she stayed quiet, mum might just get eventually tired and stop reminding her that, and the whole visit thing will sublime into vapour. The strategy seemed to work in the past for various other matters of a lesser urgency, which undoubtedly, visiting a granny was.
But today the strategy was not going to cooperate. Mum walked briskly towards broadband router, unplugged it and patiently waited for a young lady to appear to investigate. Before one could finish one Hail Mary, Charlotte was there: "What happened to internet?"
"Well, it seems that it wanted to disconnect itself, since somebody is waiting for you!" replied her mother angrily and gave her a stern look. "Will you drive me there?" quipped Charlotte. "Of course darling, as soon as you finish ironing this pile of laundry."
Linda watched Charlotte's back as she was leaving to get dressed, and she could feel her daughter's eyes rolling widely. There was some incoherent mumbling and sounds of doors banging and finally her "Okay, see you later, I won't be too long, hopefully bus will come on time" while she was slipping her worn, once upon a time white keds on.
II.
"Oh, nice to see you, come in my dear child, I thought you said you came at three, but I am glad you made it", said in a sweet voice Sarah, Charlotte's grandmother. I am having decorators in on Monday, so please excuse the state of my house, nothing is in the place right now! I wanted you to have a look at few things to see if you can make use of them, before I offer them to anyone else and charity shops. But before we get to that, lets have a nice cup of tea and I baked some carrotcakes for you as well.
Luckily for Sandra, she turned around before her sentence was finished, so she was kindly spared of seeing Charlotte's face with her mouth opening and eyes rolling on top of her head, while thinking: "OMG what I got myself into, I tell her I can's stay for very long, this will be so bloody boring!"
"Come and sit down my dear, I have this lovely English breakfast tea or I can offer you chamomile herbal one, very nice, it will calm you down..."
"I don't want any herbal thingy grandma!"
"Ok, I will make you a nice, proper cuppa, which you can enjoy with my cake"
As grandmother was floating around the kitchen, getting things ready, she did not fail to notice that Charlotte appeared more mature since she saw her last time. Perhaps 4 or 5 months at maximum, she was convinced. Despite Charlotte ugly and baggy hoodie she could see shapes of her breasts and noticed, how springy they were every time Charlotte flinched. She was typing messages onto her phone, which Sandra thought rather rude, and being on the same level as not wearing a bra. Unlike her top, the jeans were quite tight and hugged her legs firmly. They were one of those stretchy ones - she could clearly see now, as her well developed calves and thighs were firmly encircled in them. It surprised her a little bit, as her mother had slim legs.
"Do you exercise at all my darling? asked Sandra still looking at her legs.
"No, why?" relied Charlotte without even looking up from her phone.
"Well, I thought you are rather fit, so you must have a good diet and perhaps you are genetically gifted too."
Charlotte was not paying much attention to her grandmother's remarks and continued tapping her screen. Sandra was scanning her from the toes of her rather unsightly keds to the top of her short blonde hair. It was hard for her not to have feelings of pity, as she thought Charlotte had so much potential, she could develop into a very successful woman who could balance a delicate femininity with purposeful career. She found herself looking at her breasts and relief of her nipples under an inscription "You are reading my T-shirt"
One can only hope it is not still too late, Sandra thought to herself, but how would one approach so delicate subject, particularly after a numerous conversations she have had with her daughter about Charlotte's upbringing. She felt that she could not interfere any more, as it would just create further tension which will serve to no one.
Sandra got lost for a minute in her own thoughts watching the kettle boil, but Charlotte did not appear to mind as she was visibly drawn into a world of her own.
"So why don't you try a cake and enjoy your tea and then you can go and see if there is anything you like" - a sudden Sandra's voice interrupted the silence and brought them both back to here and then.
