"Alice, darling, you don't have to stand," mother says picking up her knitting needles from the coffee table. "Please, take a seat."
"Oh, of course, sorry," I awkwardly say as I take the seat that was earlier occupied by Lorina.
"No apology is needed, darling," mother says as she begins knitting.
I wonder what mother is going to knit. Or attempt to knit. My mother doesn't exactly have the skill to knit something that can be identified. I think my winter hat, she made me, was originally supposed to be a sock.
I still love my winter hat even if it is shaped a little odd. Mother knitted it for me with love, and I don't get homemade gifts from my mother that often.
Usually, I get things like sweaters, socks, or scarves that the maid knitted and let my mother claim she knitted. The maid is a pro at knitting, but I don't really cherish those gifts because my mother didn't make them for me.
Mother always acts so embarrassed when I wear that hat in public. Whenever I wear my winter hat, mother likes to remind me that I own better hats that don't look quite as odd. I don't really understand why mother doesn't like me wearing it, she made it for me. And I don't think mother really comprehends why I choose to wear it instead of one of the many other hats that our maid has knitted.
"-so that's why I always choose to wear my hair down in the summer," mother's voice says, pulling me away from my thoughts, and, consequently, making me realize that I'm completely ignoring my mother's story because I'm too busy thinking about knitting.
"Oh," I say as politely as possible, trying to make it seem like I was actually listening to mother's story the whole time.
"You should have seen how badly tangled my hair was." Now, I'm really starting to wonder what the other part of the story was about. Too bad I didn't pay attention.
My mother always likes to tell random stories when she knits. The maid believes that mother's knitting is as terrible as it is because she spends all her time talking instead of paying attention to her knitting. I'm almost positive this isn't true, though, because the maid likes to talk a lot when she knits as well.
Maybe talking is the wrong word for it. The maid likes to complain when she knits. And, it's not just when she knits. The maid likes to complain about young people ruining the government, young people forgetting the values of religion, young people not dressing modestly, young people getting married to early, and just young people in general.
"-the knot in my hair was so badly tangled that I had to cut it," mother says. Yes, I realize that I've, yet again, blocked out mother's conversation. I've really got to stop zoning out.
"Oh, my, really?" I might as well pretend that I didn't miss more than half of mother's hair story.
"I really miss that brush. Can you believe that the knot was so bad that it broke two of my best hairbrushes?" mother asks in a voice that suggests that she has no clue whatsoever that I wasn't paying attention.
"No, that just sounds so impossible and-"
I cut myself off, because I'm pretty sure that I just saw a certain white rabbit with a pocket watch outside the window.
A/N
I don't think I ever described what any of these characters look like. So out of curiosity, what do you think Lorina, Josephine, mother, and father look like?
B/N
I've discovered that when you read this story out loud, in your best British accent it makes the story 10x better than it already is.