Someone behind her was giving her a ‘psst’ every few seconds. She turned to look at Jason, who was waggling his eyebrows and making a crude finger-in-fist gesture at her. She gave him a dirty look and turned back around. At ten minutes till three, she ran out of patience. Gathering her books, she put on her sweetest smile and went to the teacher’s desk, asking him for a bathroom pass.
She bounced through the front door. “Jamie, I’m... uh-oh.” She froze upon seeing another woman sitting in the armchair beside the sofa. There was a toddler sitting on the floor, banging on plastic pegs into a little yellow box.
"Come on in,” Jamie waved her forward. “Lydia, this is my sister, Ramona, and my nephew, Ashton. Ramona, this is Lydia. I tutor her.” She grinned.
Lydia edged closer when Ramona extended a hand. She favored Jamie in appearance, now that Lydia looked. Ramona had the same shapely mouth and broad smile, and the slight olive tint to her skin. There was a noticeable difference in their behaviors, though. Ramona dressed very femininely, in a flouncy, pink flowered dress, and had a prim manner about her. She looked a few years older and wore cloyingly sweet perfume that kept Lydia at a distance. Jamie was far more at ease with herself, and womanly where Ramona seemed girlish.
“I’d better go, so you two can get on with your tutoring. I was on my way out, anyway.” Ramona picked up the toddler and his toys, making her way to the door.
Jamie followed, opening the door for her. “See you later. Be careful.” She stood at the front door with her arms crossed loosely, watching through the divided panes of glass as her sister drove away. Lydia stood beside her.
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