One Is Never Enough

Chap 8&9

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Chap 8

"Oh my goodness. Is this where we are going?" Aunt Evelyn shuddered as we drove past an old building.

"Level 17. Room 326. There's only William Sykes left now." Aunt Esther made a right turn into the building.

"No. I remember the records said it was Harry. The older one was William."

"Did they seriously name their kids after the British Monarchy?" I asked as we neared the parking spaces.

"It was supposed to be a joke. Their father was Charles and their mother was named Diane. Which wasn't far off from Diana." Aunt Esther got out of the car and put on her sunglasses.

"Its an inch away from raining, Esther. Take those shades off please." Aunt Evelyn got out daintily. She was curvy and short and yet she moved with the grace of a ballerina on stage. I, on the other hand, tripped over the door and shot out of the car. So much for the red carpet worthy entrance.

"Its meant to intimidate. Not for the sun." Aunt Esther shot back, moving towards the lift. She got in and motioned for us to hurry up. Okay.

Showtime.

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"Remember people, intimidation." Aunt Esther chanted as she rapped on the door.

"Intimidation." I muttered under my breath."Why are we here again?"

"To time travel! To go back to retrieve your mother's necklace!" Aunt Esther exclaimed, banging the door more loudly this time.

"Esther, watch and learn." Aunt Evelyn gently pushed us out of the way and flicked her finger at the door lock.

It clicked and the mechanism chinked. It swung open.

"Wow. I gotta learn that." Aunt Evelyn chuckled as I stared at her reverently.

"I was going to do that. Soon." Aunt Esther gingerly pushed the door wider and stepped in. Her 5 inch heels crunched something.

"Are those doritos?"

"Nope." Aunt Esther breathed out a sigh of relief at Aunt Evelyn's answer. "It's mouldy doritos."

I snickered.

"Hey, Sykes! You've got visitors!" I whipped around to see a girl holding a towel up to cover herself.

"Yeah?" Someone shouted back.

"Yeah. There's a girl and two oldies."

Uh oh. She did not just say that.

Well, her funeral.

"Young lady, did you just say oldies?" Aunt Evelyn swung her purse over her shoulder.

"Young lady? Oh Evelyn babe, she's a tramp." the girl gasped at the insult. Aunt Esther smiled and checked her nails out.

"A tramp. Whatever are you talking about? You're right, she's not a lady, but a tramp she is not." the girl smiled sweetly as Aunt Evelyn defended her. And then, "She's obviously a slut."

Now I gasped while the girl just let her jaw drop. My Aunt Evelyn actually swears.

Ooh. Burn on you bitch.

"Good one Evelyn. Okay, back to business. Hey, you there, can you get your ass moving and call that boy out here? We need to see him." the girl fisted her free hand.