It had been at least a month since me and my sister had been staying at the inn, and it was only a matter of time before someone would realise that my sister is not really the right age to be looking after a 12 year old girl and that also she is certainly not my mother. Nobody had really acknowledged that we had been staying except the bar maid who collected our rent, however she barely looked up from her book unless it was to serve customers. And there was of course the old men who sit at the bar however they rarely speak unless it is to complain about the lack of froth in their ale. On this particular day, the bar was rather empty, which meant me and Maggie could easily go upstairs without anybody commenting on our age. "Hiya there girls," said the bar maid, "I hope you don't mind but I cleaned your room while you were gone..and I couldn't help but notice that there is only one bed?" I knew what she was implying... If there was only one bed where must our mother sleep? However at this point Maggie was outside at the privy, which meant I was to handle this on my own. "Oh, but you certainly can't think that Maggie is my sister?" I implied. "She is my mother." I lied. "Oh but she looks far too young!" "She had me at a very young age....and she looks very good for her age."