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Sock it to me.
“It’s done a bunk!” Jenny sighed in exasperation. “That’s the second time today.
“What’s done a bunk for the second time today?” Debby asked looking up from her homework. It wasn’t that she was really interested, but any diversion from her science project was more than welcome. Her science teacher was convinced that teaching science was not really her calling but thought of herself as a would-be philosopher.
Debby on the other hand, was equally convinced that her science teacher was a direct descendant of the Marquis De Sard. No one in their right mind asks “What is light? – No scientific explanations please”.
“What’s done a bunk for the second time today?” Debby repeated when her mother didn’t reply but stood glaring at nothing in particular.
“Huh? Oh, er... Kylie’s sock. That makes eight of them; eight socks in a week. Why can’t your sister tie them together before she puts them in the wash basket?”
“Which one?”
“What do you mean which one? We only have one wash basket.”
“I meant which sock?” Said Debby rolling her eyes.
“A sock is a sock; it goes on either foot. As clothing goes, it’s completely ambidextrous.”
Debby sighed and wondered what she had done to deserve such a dotty mother. “I didn’t mean which one as in left or right; I meant which one as in pink, blue or primrose.”
Jenny waved a lone sock in the air. “One just like this – blue of middle hue with red tartan thingummies around the top.”
“Have you looked under her bed?” Debby suggested helpfully7/
Her mother raised an eyebrow and asked. “Would you look under Kylie’s bed?”
Debby grinned. “Not without a whip and a chair. You never know what you’re likely to find.”
“Ahhh, you’ve notice.”
“Mum, I share that room with Kylie and I take my life in my hands every time I go in there.”
“It is rather like an obstacle course at times isn’t it.” Her mother said with a laugh. “But that still doesn’t tell me where the other sock is.”
“Perhaps Quintraine captured it and is holding it for ransom.” Debby said without much conviction, while at the same time trying to ignore her science project book, which was eagerly flapping its pages at her.
“Quintraine who?” Jenny asked in surprise.
“Mum! Surely you haven’t forgotten our evil archenemy.”
“Oh, that Quintraine.” Jenny frowned. “I’d forgotten all about him. Bye the way, what happened when I were zapped into the ‘zone of the unknown’?”
“I didn’t get there... I ended up on Trillyan and met up with an old friend of yours – Joshua Wolf.”
Her mother groaned. “It’s not fair, why couldn’t it have been me that was zapped there?”
“Well for a start, you did the zapping, and it was your imagination that put me there.”
“Yes,” Sighed her mother. “I forget sometimes that I’m doing the writing and that...”
Debby looked hard at her mother for a moment. It wasn’t like her to say things like that. She must be tired.
Jenny looked at the offending lone sock before throwing it in the wash basket in disgust. “Well you can stay there till your partner turns up.” She turned to look at her eldest daughter. “And as for you Missy, heads down; you have homework to finish.”
Deciding to wash the one lone sock, Jenny wandered into the backyard to hang the washing on the clothesline, pick some vegetables for dinner and put the car in the garage. Pleased to have an empty wash basket at last, she went to get herself a well-earned cold drink. As she walked past the laundry door, a patch of red caught her eye. She did a double take and stared in disbelief at the washing basket that should have been empty. There lying in the bottom of the basket was one lone red sock.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” She said as Debby came into the kitchen looking for something to eat. “That makes nine; nine socks missing and all because your sister doesn’t pair them up before she puts them in the laundry basket.”
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