"Hey girls. Have you had a nice afternoon?"
"Yes. Did you get your work done?"
"Yep, all done. Katie, I think I should get you home soon. Are you ready? I'll get your clothes from the dryer. You go and get your sports bag from Leira's room."
The dryer had finished. Lucan popped the door open and sorted the clothes. Three smallish bundles, and Katie's underwear. Lucan got Katie's boots off the shoe rack. The morning's mud had dried a bit. He put them in a plastic bag to keep them separate from the clothes. Katie was in the doorway, bag in hand.
"Thanks for doing all that Mr. Lucan," she said.
"Not a problem. Here are your boots. Put them in the bottom of the bag and clothes on top. That's it."
The girls' chattering goodbyes, metting again next week.
"Come on, Katie."
"Of course, Mr. Lucan. Your word is my command," she smirked.