Xperimenting Xmas, day 9
December 9th
"On the ninth day of Christmas, my niece-who's-like-a-cousin gave to me... Juicy gossip."
"I swear, he's following that Mona girl everywhere. And he does a good job at it, considering she's a 'porter just like uncle Kurt," gossipped Izzie to her aunt Kendra on the phone.
"You kidding me! He's actually interested in someone!"
"He looks like a lost puppy, it's almost pathetic."
Both girls laughed at that. Even though Isabella was adopted and Kendra was Rogue's 14 years old sister, the girls felt like sisters, or cousins.
"I know someone who won't be happy about it..."
"Meg? She'll get over it. She is his mother's cousin. That ought to be illegal to date or something. That's so icky. It's like one of my kids dating one of yours."
"She started to read minds, you might want to shield your thoughts from her now. She accidentally slips in people's minds more often than not."
"Makes me think that some of the Cuckoos got here yesterday to assess Mona. My mom is convinced that she's a mind-reader too."
"What did the cuckoos say?"
Izzie let the silence drag suspensefully. "She is."
"Oli is sooooo screwed!"
"Watch your mouth, young lady!" came Ororo's voice from Kendra's doorway.
"Oops, gotta go, Izzie. Later?"
They hung up and Kendra looked sheepishly at her mom. She had a load of clean laundry in her arms.
"Sorry, mom," she said, subdued.
"You better be. I will not accept such foul language from you. Especially when you talk about family."
"You're always so good mannered, mom. I'm not like you in that regards..."
"I know. You took after your father..."
Both agreed and smiled. She had to have some of her father's traits as she was her mother's splitting image.
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