Moma knows best.
'Hi mom'. Alan closed the door and walked up to his mum and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
'Hello love. Had a good day?'.
Dave looked around the living room, it was a big room. Once he'd sold all the junk that was in it on 'Ebay' he could sell the house for a tidy sum.
'Not bad, not bad. Actually mom I had to deliver some food to that retirement lodge, that one on Shannon street. Its a nice place, you ever seen it?'.
'You mean the old peoples home dear, thats where people who don't have any family go to die'.
'thats an old fashioned attitude mom, its the lap of luxury. Its were older people who have worked hard all their life go for a well earned break. After all, this is a big house, you struggle to keep it cleaned and maintained by yourself now'. Dave stood up and examined the double glazing. A four bedroomed semi with double glazing in this area would sell in no time. He could pay off his gambling debts and still have change for a trip to Vegas.
'Thats why I'm lucky love. I have a loving caring family to help me keep it nice clean and looked after don't I?'.
Flo turned around and gave Alan a long look. 'When I'm gone, this house is yours to do with as you wish, until then its mine. Me and your father, god rest his soul, worked hard to get this house, and we didn't do that to pay off your debts while I rot in a home. Is that clear?'
Dave looked at his mom and smiled. 'Sorry mom, I was only thinking of you'.
'Of course dear, now be a sweety and put the kettle on'.
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