An Old Argument

“Mom! Eara won’t let me out!”

The haggard mother of four set down her wash basket. It settled on the dryer with a curious metallic clunk. She craned her neck out from the laundry room and frowned. Her eldest daughter, Earrach, stood at the bottom of the stairs with her arms outstretched. Samhradh glared at her sister and seemed ready to topple her over.

“That’s quite enough! You’re both far too old for this behavior. Sam, you know it’s not your turn until after Eara. The cars not going anywhere.”

“Well- technically it is going somewhere. I think what you meant to say was it would return to it’s proper place, eventually.” Fómhar smiled at her mother and poked her head into the wash room. Her second youngest was the best behaved from all four. Mild and studious, she always seemed ready for school.

“Absolutely right my dear. Would you mind keeping watch over your sisters? I’ve got some washing to do and I left my spear at work.”

Fomhar laughted and skipped off towards the rising storm of her sisters.

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