My uncle, My mate
Ronald asked again, only making things worse than they already were.
Immediately, I turned to stare at him, blinking rapidly, and stylishly waving my fingers at him, in hopes that he'd stop whatever it was he was doing but instead, he only stared on, pretending not to have seen me doing any of that.
"Excuse you?" Mum asked, her mouth agape looking like she was finding everything difficult to digest.
"It's nothing mother. He's only just saying expensive jokes. Uncle Ronald, please stop, we are not mates. Remember, you have one already, don't you?" With a forced smile, I asked while pretending to be on my best behaviour.