The little boy is happy about all the attention and continues:
“Yes! And afterward, it was more comfortable in the bedroom. So you went upstairs.”
An icy silence fills the room. Mom stares at Dad with flashing eyes.
“What is she saying?” she asks, her jaw clenched.
Dad tries a pirouette:
“Oh, you know, children, they always invent things…” »
But the little girl, not at all determined to remain silent, continues:
“No, no, it’s true! I looked through the keyhole! You were doing strange things. It was a bit like you and Uncle Jack the other day, Mom, only the lady, she laughed a lot more.”
Dad, who was drinking a glass of water, coughed and spat.
“Excuse me?! Uncle Jack?!”
Mom blushed brightly, her hands shaking.
“You must have misheard, my dear.”
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But the little girl insists categorically:
“No, it was the same! Except for Uncle Jack, he made funny faces while you jumped on the bed! And you, Mom, always said, ‘Oh Jack, you’re too strong!'”
Dad bursts out laughing, crosses his arms, and looks at Mom.
“So, Mom? What’s up with Uncle Jack?”
Mom frantically tries to regain control:
“It’s an overflowing fantasy, you know how it is…” »
But the little girl isn’t finished yet:
“And you, Dad, you told the lady in red that she has the most beautiful legs you’ve ever seen! Mom, did you know that Dad loves legs?”
The silence that follows is even heavier than the previous ones. Mom and Dad stare at each other like two cowboys in a duel.
