“What are you working on?”
“Homework.” Samuel said, curling his arms over the papers as his mother leaned in over his shoulder.
“Can I see?” she asked, washing balanced on one hip ready to be deposited onto the bed three feet away. “Come on, I can keep a secret.” she whispered, fingers stretched out ready to tickle behind Samuel behind his ear.
“It’s not finished.” said Samuel, “Maybe later.”
“Please.” His mother pouted.
“Fine!” Shoving himself back from the desk he let his mother see the blueprints. “I told you though it’s not finished, I can’t get the automated technon to match up to the atom combustion motor which means there is no hope of glutalge malification or jeramia coolage taking place!”
His mother blinked.
“What would happen if you-” she touched a point on the blueprints.
“Boom.” said Samuel. “Very big boom!”
“Oh.” she said. “I’ll leave you to it, you’re father is expecting me to call him about dinner.”
Samuel watched her scurrying out the room only to return moments later and set the washing on the bed.
“Hey.” he said. “When you call Dad can you see if he’s got any grade six humarationbrit alloys lying around?”
“Of course dear.” said his mother, “anything else.”
Samuel thought for a moment.
“Do we have any jelly?” he asked.
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