Cecilia lay down on the couch and squinted into the warm sun beyond the patio door. She rested for a few minutes, day dreaming, stretching her spine out comfortably. Then like a flash she jumped up and ran into the kitchen, where her brother sat bent over his book.
“Come on Mr B, come on!” Cecilia smiled at her brother who although much bigger than her was only one year ahead at varsity. “It’s a brilliant day and I refuse to waste this summer holiday on high teas,” she lowered her face until it was only millimetres from Bob’s. “And old people,” she whispered.
Bob closed his eyes briefly. He put down the book and made a slight nod in the direction of the drinks cabinet. Cecilia’s face lit up. They were going to start enjoying their summer holiday at Gramps.