Aunt Maggie

After Carrie, Cassie and Robin had returned to John's home in the Texas Panhandle, Maggie finally arrived her sojourn in New York. She was an elegant, 46 year old redhead, complete with high heels and pearls. Rupert was there to help with her bags, as she looked up at the mansion approvingly.

It was awkward, of course. A 25 year old, a 19 year old and a 28 year old all hanging out with a 51 year old man. Lucky old dog, Maggie thought, as Cassie got him a beer while Carrie worked on dinner. He sat at the head of the table. Maggie and Robin sat across from each other.

"So I hear you're into banking, dear," Maggie said, looking at her nails.

"That I am," John said amiably. He didn't know what to do in this situation any more than anybody else.

"And what are you doing here, exactly, darling?" Maggie asked Robin.

"Mum, I told you this over text, we're all sharing him," Robin said crossly.

"Hmm. Yes. Can you make me a spot of tea, dear?" Maggie asked. Robin scowled, then went to the kitchen herself.

"I'm sorry, it is a bit of a unique situation," John said, as an apology.

"Oh, don't worry yourself. Robin has always been a free spirit. And I stopped bothering years ago to try to get her to see things my way. I didn't think she'd pick someone so .... old, however." she said. Truthfully, she found John handsome, but the older she got, the younger she liked them. Her eyes flicked over to Chad's trophy altar. "Who is that now, dear?" she asked, trying to keep her voice neutral.

"Oh. That's my son, Chad. He should be in town in a week or so." Maggie bit her lip slightly. Now that young man ... that she could work with.