Peeling potatoes can take a lot of concentration, especially when you're hung over.
"No, not charity." She looks up into Betty's face, chewing on her lower lip.
(Is this what it's like to have a mother? Are you supposed to feel like a little girl again, unsure of your own motivations, wanting to ask for guidance? Is this where she'll be for Molly in twenty five years time?)
"He didn't force me exactly. Didn't give me any head's up or choice in the matter either, but he didn't force me."
Alex turns back and grabs another hand full of potatoes, scrubbing them under the water, laying them out on the drainer with careful precise motions.
"It's -- we spend a lot of time together outside of work. At the pub, really. Restaurant. Luigi's. My flat is just up the stairs, and that's where the lads hang out when the day is done, so. It's not like I don't enjoy his company. I do." She tries to keep the tone light, but his mother's gaze is just as heavy as his can be.
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"No, not charity." She looks up into Betty's face, chewing on her lower lip.
(Is this what it's like to have a mother? Are you supposed to feel like a little girl again, unsure of your own motivations, wanting to ask for guidance? Is this where she'll be for Molly in twenty five years time?)
"He didn't force me exactly. Didn't give me any head's up or choice in the matter either, but he didn't force me."
Alex turns back and grabs another hand full of potatoes, scrubbing them under the water, laying them out on the drainer with careful precise motions.
"It's -- we spend a lot of time together outside of work. At the pub, really. Restaurant. Luigi's. My flat is just up the stairs, and that's where the lads hang out when the day is done, so. It's not like I don't enjoy his company. I do." She tries to keep the tone light, but his mother's gaze is just as heavy as his can be.