Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Just Another Day ❯ Volume Eight, Chapter Forty-Eight: Clean Out ( Chapter 48 )

Clean Out

This was a good idea at the time. But now…

“Why is she here again?” Soon asked. Mai-Pai nervously chuckled. Her name was Margaret Henderson. Seventy years of age. She came from Boston to Japan.

“She's here to help us with the script,” Mai-Pai said. That didn't sound too convincing.

“Oh…” Son said.

“Yeah,” Mai-Pai said. The couple looked at each other. This was the best, huh? Mrs. Henderson looked up. Mai-Pai smiled and waved. The old lady smiled back and went back to work. Mai-Pai turned back to Soon.

Oh boy…

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So what was wrong with Mrs. Henderson? Where to begin? First, there was a language barrier. She clearly didn't understand Japanese. Mai-Pai's English was better than Soon's. So his girlfriend had to play translator. Even that had its… hang-ups. Yeah. Let's call it that. Plus, Mrs. Henderson was deaf in one ear. Not much work got done on the first day.

“Where did Murry get this woman?” Soon asked. Mai-Pai shook her head. Murray promised her the best. She had her doubts. Still, Mai-Pai had to keep quiet for now.

What else was the problem? Let's see… There was the snoring. Oh, the snoring. No one could barely sleep. Mai-Pai and Soon argued about who should wake her up.

“You go,” Soon said.

“No,” Mai-Pai wailed. “I did it last night. You go!”

“No,” Soon said. “I'm too tired. You get her.”

“No,” his girlfriend wailed. The couple spent the night arguing. Meanwhile, Mrs. Henderson slept like a baby.

Is there anything else? Well… She's nice. Maybe too nice. That just made it all the more difficult.

So here they were. Soon and Mai-Pai sat at the table, looking tired. She put up her hands.

“Okay,” Mai-Pai said. “So what do we do?” Soon looked ready to scream.

“She can't stay here,” he said.

“But where is she going to go?” his girlfriend asked. Soon tried to answer but came up with nothing. He threw up his hands in the air.

“Fine, I've got nothing,” he said. The couple paused. They turned to the living room. Mrs. Henderson was sitting on the couch, smiling at them. She waved. The couple turned back to each other. Yeah, she had to go. The question was how. Meanwhile, the old lady grinned like a fool.

Awkward and Unwanted