I leaned against the window sill, waiting for Big Brother to finish his work.
“98 sit… 99 sit… 100 sit, done,” Big Brother stood up, patting his trousers.
“Now what?” steam escaped my lips. “Don’t tell me I’m going to do 100 push-ups and squats?!”
Big Brother gave me a thumbs-up. “As expected of Sofie. You understand me.”
I shook my head. Brother… do you want to go bald? Please don’t do that! Cinty will cry.
“98 sit… 99 sit… 100 sit, done,” Big Brother stood up, patting his trousers.
“Now what?” steam escaped my lips. “Don’t tell me I’m going to do 100 push-ups and squats?!”
Big Brother gave me a thumbs-up. “As expected of Sofie. You understand me.”
I shook my head. Brother… do you want to go bald? Please don’t do that! Cinty will cry.
He lay down on the grass. His knees bent. His arms rested behind his head.
He lifted his upper body until it touched his knees. “1 sit… 2 sit… 3 sit…”
“Big brother… you only did sit-ups,” I snorted.
“I’m not finished—” he glanced at me. “Wait… where was I? Huh. Let’s just say it was 50.”