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Scene is set: Mother and Aunt 2 are finishing off some paperwork relating to The Great Aunt's funds being transferred after her arrival at Holmwood (her new home). As they do so, they are chatting and comparing verbal notes on their most recent visits with said Great Aunt. Alice happens to overhear the following point being discussed as she walks into the kitchen...
AUNT 2: (mid sentence) ...and she can be so... - ugh - you know? About other people. One second she's lonely and wants to make friends, and the next... did I tell you about the man?
MOTHER: (bemused) what 'man'?
AUNT 2: (emphatic sigh) well, there was this man, apparently, while she was sat in the lounge. He stopped by her chair as he walked past, said "good day", and asked her how she was settling in.
MOTHER: (bemused) ...so...?
AUNT 2: (rolling her eyes) exactly. 'So?', I said. Well, apparently, he shouldn't have, because it was none of his business! Honestly, that's what she said; "what business is it of his?".
MOTHER: (wearily amused) well, I could be wrong, but he may have been trying to be nice.
AUNT 2: (another sigh) exactly! I said; "Aunty, he was probably just trying to be nice. Neighbourly, you know", but she wouldn't have it. It was "none of his business how she was" and that was final. I mean, I ask you...
MOTHER: (shaking head ruefully) who was he, do we know?
AUNT 2: oh, I couldn't get to the bottom of that, you know how she is. He could have been one of the carers, or a maintenance man, or a gardener, or a doctor, or a resident, or a relative or friend of a resident, anybody. Anyway, the point is, it doesn't matter who it was -
MOTHER: (intoning, nodding in agreement) ...no, quite right, it doesn't...
AUNT 2: (continuing) - all that matters is that somebody took the time to stop and talk to her, being nice, and she reacted like that. I mean, it's ridiculous!
ALICE: (chiming in as she sits down in the living room, having listened to this exchange from the kitchen) I think she's being very silly. It isn't as though he demanded to know where her purse was, or her bank details, or something.
MOTHER: (intoning, nodding in agreement) ...well, no indeed. It wasn't as though he asked her something terribly personal...
AUNT 2: exactly! I told her; it's not as though he wanted to know her bust size, or whether she had any knickers on, or anything like that, he was just a nice man trying to be friendly: totally innocent.
MOTHER: ...(blinking at the thought of somebody being asked about their knickers)...
ALICE: ...(blinking at the thought of somebody being asked about their knickers)...
AUNT 2: (noticing the expression on her sister's face) oh, well, you know what I mean.
MOTHER: ...(still staring, eyebrows raised)...
AUNT 2: (pulling a face of her own) oh, stop looking at me like that Wen.
ALICE: (grinning) well, thank you both; this is going on the Blog.
AUNT 2: (half-heartedly annoyed) oh, sod off, the pair of you. You know what I meant...
Scene ends; with the three women breaking into giggles.
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