Monica

Coming home I enter my room. A couple of things strike me at once, firstly it's much tidier than it normally is and secondly my Mom is sitting on my bed, waiting for me, looking both worried and accusing. "I decided to tidy your room," she said. She'd been threatening to tidy my room for months, I guess I just didn't believe she'd actually do it and that she was trying to guilt me into it. Seems she has done and from the fact that in her hands is a pile of cash, I guess she was thorough enough to burrow deep into the old clothes at the bottom of my wardrobe. "What's this?"