The old guy can do things

The new Bhabhi is in the house. The older Bhabhi is also in house. Everyone is clamouring around the new Bhabhi. Guys want to bring films in an USB drive for her. Girls want to show her the bangle set they have bought just for her. Kids want to show some new game on a mobile. The older Bhabhi is quietly sitting beside the courtyard. Her son is studying his books. She's quietly keeping an eye. There's commotion in the kitchen. The new Bhabhi is agile. She runs faster to the kitchen. A plumbing issue. She can't correct things. No strength. Mummy tells her so. She feels bad. Mummy should not comment like that. Just when things are going haywire, older Bhabhi strides in. A wrench in hand. In minutes, with brute strength and finesse alternatively she's corrected the situation. She grins like a cat who's drunk some milk surreptitiously. Then she goes back and sits down beside her studying son. In the courtyard. People are quiet. They have seen a master at work. The new Bhabhi goes and sits beside her. Embraces her. People realize who's the boss. It was the same thing with Shane Watson the other night.