The doorbell again. Melissa gets up to answer it and brings back with her a rather large woman well in her fifties, brassy blonde hair rather short but a bit on the wild side. She is tanned and has a cheerful, confident look, and I think really a pleasant woman. She sits down almost next to me.
"Everyone", says Melissa, "This is Amanda. Tristan's mom." She is wearing a sleeveless lime green dress, that strangely looks rather good on her. She has freshly manicured pinkish beige finger nails, natural length, and on her left wrist sports what appear to be a half dozen golden bangles.
"And you are here to get poked?" says Carl, barely disguising his smile.
"My cheeky brother means to say jabbed", says Melissa, "just ignore him."
"Well", says Amanda, "Yes I am here to get jabbed, but as far as getting poked is concerned, that just might be a little too much information!" and then she smiles rather sweetly. Melissa suddenly leaves the room and returns carrying a brown coloured, rather battered looking teddy bear.
"This must belong to your son", she says.
"Oh, yes, thank you ever so much", she gushes, receiving the teddy berry from Melissa. "I'm afraid", she says, "That my son is very much a little boy in a young man's body. He is miserable without his teddy", and she quickly examines it as though inspecting for damage, then lets it rest like a small child on her ample lap.
"It must have sentimental value for him", says Carl.
"She replies, "Oh, in spades. He got it from his grandpa when he was just four years old, and when he was six, my dad passed away, and he has never wanted to be away from it ever since..."
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