“Hey Amy, before you go do whatever it is you're gonna do, can you come here for a sec?" Amy rolled her eyes and got off the couch.
"What do you need, mom?" she asked, exasperated. Gina smiled and pointed at her feet.
"Well, I just wanted to show you something." Amy sighed, but walked over to her mom anyway. "Okay, Mom, what's up?"
Gina lifted up one foot and pointed to her toenail. "See, I finally got around to go to the nail shop and got my toes done. I was wondering if you think they look nice in my flip-flops?"
Amy glanced at her mom's toes. Gina’s size 8 feet were a bright pink color with long toes. Her mother regularly got pedicures saying it’s one of few things that make her feel young still. Amy then glanced back up at her face. "They look fine, Mom. You know I think you're the prettiest woman in the world, even if you do have terrible taste in shoes." Gina laughed, but Amy's face turned serious.
"You know, if you'd like, I could get Stan to take a look at them too. I'm sure he'd give you an honest opinion." Gina's eyes lit up at the idea. "Really? That would be wonderful, Amy." Amy smiled. "Of course, Mom. Stan!!!?" Amy yelled for her brother. Stan came in walking in slowly, wearily watching both of his family members. "Go ahead, Stan. Take a look at Mom's toes and tell her what you think."
Stan hesitated, but then slowly walked over to his mother. He looked down at her feet, feeling a sense of fear. He had never been this close to his mother's feet before and something about Amy’s willingness to push this situation on him was off putting.
As he studied them, he noticed the detail in her pedicure. The pink polish was perfectly applied, and her toenails were shaped neatly. "They... they look really nice, Mom," he stammered. "I mean, the color is perfect and everything." Gina beamed.
"Oh, Stan, that's such a sweet compliment. Thank you so much. You know, your sister Amy is right. You are lucky to have each other. Aren't you glad you have such a supportive family?" Stan nodded, feeling the weight of her words. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, his sister had planned this whole thing out. There was a mischievous glint in her eye that he couldn't quite place.
As Gina put on her flip-flops, she leaned down to kiss both of them on the forehead. "Now, you two go have fun. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." She winked at Amy before disappearing into the kitchen.
“Hope you enjoyed the preview of you serving both me and our mother, Stan.” Amy gloated. “Better get prepared. I wonder what her soles look like. You know mom like to go barefoot often in the house.” Stan gulped.
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