Generation Two - Chapter Eight: So Much For Hospitality

Since they didn't kiss or hug or anything else romantic that would put their names in the papers, Shannon and Geoffrey parted ways. Besides, she had an ulterior motive. Her ancestors houses weren't very far away and no matter how she tried, she couldn't get an invite to pop in and say hello.

So she watched their routines carefully and hoped that she would be able to catch this apparently 'busy' household at home.


Time ticked onwards as she firstly saw one boy zoom into the house, then straight back out again.

The same with another descendant. She was pretty sure that she recognised that one as Derrick, but it was getting quite dark and the old street lighting wasn't illuminating the roads quite so well.

So she took the bravest step, and decided to go for it.

Tentatively, she knocked on the door and was about to leave when she heard

Coming!!

She stopped dead to see an elderly lady hobbling towards her.

We don't get many visitors, that's why .... oh goodness..... 

She peered at Shannon, then broke out into a grin.

Derrick told me all about you, come here and give old Shavon a hug.

Shannon thought she felt fragile in her arms and clung on tentatively, afraid that she might squeeze too hard and break some bones!

Come in Come in..... make yourself at home!
Well, if you don't mind, I'm feeling a little stinky and could do with a freshen up.
There's a bath upstairs, not one of those new fangled sonic showers here. Goodness, the first time I used one of those I almost shot out of the window!

Shannon knew what her descendant meant, as she'd had that experience on several occasions back at the community centre.

Only if you don't mind.
Of course not, Derrick's just cooking dinner, I hope you won't mind staying. It'll be nice to catch up on a few things.

She got the directions to the bathroom and headed there, marvelling at the quaint old furnishings as she passed through each room.

They might have been poor, but at least they looked after their possessions.
As she soaked, she twitched her nose, waiting to smell any wonderful aromas from the kitchen. She could hear clattering and banging coming from there, and as she soaked, her stomach growled.

There was a knock on the door. It was Shavon.

Are you okay in there?
I'm fine thanks.
Oh, okay, it's just that ...... I think you'd better head off home.

What???

Shannon was stunned. When did this happen? She'd asked nicely to take a bath, she didn't think it was that much of an inconvenience.

But apparently, it was.

Grabbing her clothes and quickly drying herself off, she headed outside and turned to say goodnight, only for the door to be slammed in her face.

So much for their hospitality.

Editor's Notes

That's exactly what happened. One minute Shannon was soaking in a nice hot bath, the next they're evicting her from the premises!