Katherine Mayfair had just finished vacuuming her carpet returning it to its original fluffy state when she heard a loud crash, watched tiny pieces of glass fall onto her fluffy white carpet, & saw a small baseball roll to a stop a few inches in front of her feet.
"Oh shit," a look of horror crossed Preston Scavo's face as he watched the baseball he'd just thrown crash through Mrs. Mayfair's window. Wide-eyed he looked over at Porter who was trying his hardest not to laugh, "Porter what the fuck it's not funny, we have to go apologize."
"D-u-u-u-de, not my fault," Porter raised his eyebrows and threw up his arms, "you threw it, you deal with it." He smirked and disappeared into the house, ever so happy to avoid confrontation with Mrs. Mayfair. Sure she was a nice enough lady but damn Porter was sure he didn't want to be on her bad side, the woman could freeze a room with her eyes.
Preston shuffled his feet as he slowly walked over to Mrs. Mayfair's house to apologize. He nervously rubbed his sweaty hands down h is jeans before bringing his arm up to knock on the door. An image of a pissed off Mrs. Mayfair, fire in her eyes, flinging the door open & ripping into him, flashed in his mind and for a second he considered bolting back to his house to cower in his room.
Too late.
Katherine opened the door to find a nervous looking Preston Scavo standing on her porch. She was amazed at how much these kids have grown up. The twins were now 18 and in college and she no longer had to look down while talking to them, they were now filled out, grownup & towering over her.
She looked up and smiled at the poor nervous kid, "I assume this belongs to you?" Katherine said, holding out the ball for him to take back.
"Um…yeah," he looked at his feet embarrassed, "I'm really sorry Mrs. Mayfair, I'll pay for the broken window as soon as I make enough money."
Katherine immediately felt sorry for him, the poor kid, she thought, the Scavo's didn't even have enough money at the moment for the boys to be able to live on campus and enjoy the college experience, they had to live at home, like they were still in high school, how the hell are they even supposed to get laid, she wondered, those college girls most certainly aren't going to come to their 'parent's house'.
"Preston, I have an idea," Katherine smiled softly at him, "I could use some male help around the house, if you help me for a few weeks we can just forget this ever happened & you won't have to pay for the window!"
"Mrs. Mayfair, are you serious? Thanks so much." Preston said, amazed at how sweet she actually was.
"Yes I'm sure; just come over tomorrow after school and I'll have something for you to do!" She smiled sweetly at him.
"Alright Mrs. Mayfair….um….thanks again, see ya." He waved and bolted off her porch.