Harriet was busy harvesting some tomatoes in her prized backyard vegetable garden when her youngest daughter, Claudia, came running towards her.
"Mummy...mummy, we have a visitor." The bubbly seven-year-old chanted as she came closer to her mother.
"A visitor..." Harriet stood up, looking straight ahead, while slowly taking off her messy yellow garden glove.
"Why is your elder sister?"
"She went to see, Austin..." Claudia came closer to her mother, lowering her voice and cupping one side of her mouth with her right hand. "...her boyfriend."
Harriet shut her nosy little daughter with a nasty stare. "Who told you that?"
"David," Claudia said proudly.
"Your brother doesn't know what he's saying." Harriet's eyes narrowed to slits in anger.
"By the way, who is the person, at the door?" She asked, dusting her slightly sandy hand on her garden apron and wiping her sweaty forehead on the sleeve of her shirt.
