Because you’re soooooo nice to your niece you hardly see.
Wendy withheld a sigh.
Not that I ever make the effort either.
“Sorry,” she said to Wendy. “We can’t do that weekend.”
“That’s alright.” Please can this conversation be over, like, now? “Thought I’d try.”
“Any other weekend we could do, but we’re going away on that particular weekend.”
I could house sit for you. Come on dear aunt, put two and two together. A niece looking for a lounge to crash on and your empty house for the weekend.
“Andrew is taking me to Melbourne,” she continued.
Be polite, she is a relative. “Is it for a special occasion?”
“No. We just wanted to go.” She paused. “How’s your mother?”
“Good. She’s keeping busy at work.” Awesome, now she’s doing the polite thing and asking about the family. This is just dragging it out. Please, if there is a higher power in this universe, help me find a way to end this conversation.
As if there was something almighty in existence, her plea was answered; a short and sharp beep in her ear.
She stopped herself from dancing. “Sorry, my phone is almost out of battery.”
“Okay,” the relief was clear, her voice lifting. “Tell your mum we say hello.”
“Will do. Bye.”
Mum placed her tea cup to the side. “No good.”
“Why did you make me have to call and ask? It was a complete waste of time.” Wendy slumped onto the table, spreading out her arms just to be dramatic. “They’re going to Melbourne that particular weekend. Like I care what they’re doing in their lives.”
“Wendy, that’s still your family.”
“On my father’s side unfortunately.”
“I just thought that maybe you could save some money and stay with them instead of getting a hotel room.”
“I know.” Wendy felt the twinge in her chest. Sure she didn’t like her father’s side of the family and normally escaped having to deal with them, but it still hurt mum to see and hear her being so… ungrateful? Disrespectful? What? Did she even owe them anything?
If only mum had relatives in the city.
With a heave, Wendy pushed herself up from the table and stood. “I’ll look up hotels tomorrow at work. Maybe I’ll get a good deal.”
“You don’t have any friends who will go with you?”
Wendy shook her head. “Everyone is either busy or saving up for the big one later this year. I’m the only one who wants to go to this one because some cosplayers from China are going to be doing a panel.” She tapped her phone against the table top. “I’m going to put my phone on the charger.” And possibly cross out the next convention from my diary, she thought sadly.