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Not a Washington by blood, but that doesn’t Melinda hasn’t picked up a few tricks from her husband and children. Even taken the odd occasion to surprise them all when the feeling hits her.
Although it could come across as an act of intimidation to quietly tiptoe down two flights of stairs, having heard the bell-sound of a familiar girl’s voice, and surprise the poor girl by asking, right by her shoulder, “Sooo, you’re the girl my Joshua’s taken a fancy to?”
Acting like a true “Hover Mother”, or “Smother”; Bob’s always said she has some sway of self-parody. Melinda takes a step back, smiling without the overdelight of a toothy grin. “Sorry about that, I just — I see he’s taken a shine to you, aaaand…” A shrug, then an offer of tea, or coffee. “Or anything else? Under our roof, under our protection and secrecy, promise.”
