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When Maggie announced that she was bringing a boy to dinner, Sydelle snorted. "And which slice of society will it be this time? A drug dealer? Motorcyclist? Perhaps a male prostitute?"
"Sydelle!" admonished Michael as Maggie thrust her chin out. "He's a dole bludger whose income is derived from cleaning up the piss and vomit from the footpaths outside Florida's nightclubs."
Rose lifted her head long enough from where her baby nursed to raise an eyebrow wordlessly in her sister's direction.
Chas would enjoy that job description.
Maggie maintained her stubborn facade as Sydelle hounded her constantly in the lead up the grand event. But at the moment that she opened the door to find Maggie with a smug look on her face and a doctor (doctor!) on her arm, she was thoroughly gobsmacked.
She recovered swiftly. "Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" she asked conspiratorially, a pointed look in Maggie's direction.
"Entirely madam," said Chas smartly, ignoring his girls' stepmother from hell as said girlfriend threw her arms around his neck and thoroughly kissed him.
Rose and Simon chose this moment to arrive. "Come up for air sis," kidded Rose as Simon grinned, the owlish baby resting against his shoulder.
Maggie grinned widely as she parted, brushing her thumb across Chas' lips.
"Shall we?"
Finito.