She knew what he was thinking. The gravel was a temptation, for sure.
"If you throw one of those and it hits that window, that nun is going to get you!"
"How did you know...? No, she won't! She'd have to catch me first!" His heels scooted back and forth in the pebbles, making a pleasing grinding sound. It was something to do; after all, there was nothing else. These abbey visits were dead boring.
"Let's run, then!" Movement was often on his mind, especially as he spent far too much time sitting stock still on these holiday trips.
"You know Mum and Dad said to sit quietly and wait for them here. I'm not letting you get me in trouble again today!" Ah, the joys of being an older sister.
"But my bum hurts! And they've been in that gift shop for a hundred years! I think Mum has enough herb tea already, don't you? Why does she always want to buy what the nuns make?"
"Because nuns are good at that stuff. Hey! You better come back here! Stop running or I'll tackle you! Or I'll get that nun. Don't make me get that nun after you! Don't make me, James!"
This is for Willow's Magpie Tales 31.