“Damn!” Johnny slammed the drawer shut, “Where did Teresa put them? Bet she did that on purpose ‘cause I won't wear the damn nightshirt.”
‘Oh well they're all at church so the coast is clear.' Johnny headed for the laundry area by the kitchen.
He was so intent on the laundry that he didn't hear the kitchen door open.
At the sound of a feminine yell, Johnny turned. Murdoch was frowning, his hands covered Teresa's eyes, and his brother was fighting to suppress the laughter.
Murdoch growled, “Go!” and nodded to the back stairs.
As Johnny stormed off he called over his shoulder, “Well she wouldn't see me naked if she'd put my clean clothes in my room.”
~ end ~