The girl who cried wolf

Chapter 5

Clara and Olivia sat at the breakfast table,

"So you're sure that Aunt Georgia didn't come home from work last night?" Clara asked for a third time. 

"I'm positive." Olivia said, "I was talking on the phone to Freddy until three, and I didn't here her come  in at all." Clara raised her eyebrows.

"No wonder why you're always late for the bus..." Clara muttered, Olivia waved at her dismissively.

"Anyway, are we going to call the cops or what?-" Olivia asked, her eyebrows raised, just as the front door swung open with a bang.

"Girls? Girls?" Aunt Georgia called out, "Are you there?"  

"Yeah, we're here," Clara replied, Aunt Georgia rushed in,

"Turn on the news, quickly, there's been a fire near Randall's house." Aunt Georgia announced, flicking the television on. Clara and Olivia gave each other a look.

"Randall's house? Again?" Olivia said, Aunt Georgia blushed.

"Randall happens to be a very close friend of mine, and it's none of your business how I spend my time." Aunt Georgia snapped, "Now hush, I want to watch this."

The news presenter wore a low cut shirt, her hair was short and styled well.

"Yesterday, ended like any other day, arriving home from work, and relaxing with his girlfriend, but what Randall Miller didn't expect is a forest fire ripping through the back of his house. Here he is now, hello sir, do you know what happened here today?" The news presenter handed her microphone over to a seedy Randall, his hair was messy and his chest hair showing out of his shirt.

"Yes, I believe a fire has destroyed half of my home." Randall replied, his accent was Southern, but his voice was monotone.

"Thank you, captain obvious," Olivia muttered, Aunt Georgia shushed her immediately.

"And what or who do you think started it?" The news presenter pushed on, ignoring his stupid answer.

"Obviously, an arsonist with no respect for other people's property or the law." Randall answered as he smoothed his mustache down. 

"Are you honestly dating this dirtswab?" Olivia pretended to throw up, Aunt Georgia glared at her.

"Are you done now?" Aunt Georgia asked through clenched teeth. Olivia shrugged and whipped out her phone.

"But, if they ever do catch the son of a gun who did set my house on fire I hope he gets what he deserves, and I'm talking  the electric chair." Randall pointed at the camera, Clara could see the news presenter, who was standing beside him, trying her best not to laugh.

"Well there you have it ladies and gentlemen," She said, "A fire, an arsonist, and the need for the illegal electric chair-"

"Wait! Wait!" Randall yelled out, "My girlfriend-" Clara and Olivia both turned towards Aunt Georgia, "she caught the fire on her phone." Aunt Georgia was than dragged into the picture, her hair messed up and wearing a very skimpy night dress.

"Is this true?" The news presenter turned to Aunt Georgia who was staring at the camera, motified.

"Um, ah, yes..." She whispered, the microphone being shoved in her face. "I gave it to your cameraman." The news presenter gave the camera man a signal to start rolling the tape.

It started with Aunt Georgia giggling, "Okay, Randall, take your shirt off, and I'll take off mine." She said, Randall complied, a big seedy grin on his face. Olivia was dry reaching in the kitchen, Randall's chest hair was really long and thick.