Ch:10

Mae treats her sons like kids.... motherly, even though they're adults.

"Here, child," said Mae hastily. "Hide your eyes. Boys? Are you decent? What'd you put on to swim in? I got Winnie up here, do you hear me?"
"For goodness' sake, Ma," said Jesse, emerging from the stairwell. "You think we're going to march around in our altogether with Winnie Foster in the house?"
And Miles, behind him, said, "We just jumped in with our clothes on. Too hot and tired to shed 'em."
It was true. They stood there side by side with their wet clothes plastered to their skins, little pools of water collecting at their feet.
"Well!" said Mae, relieved. "All right. Find something dry to put on. Your pa's got supper nearly ready." And
she hustled Winnie down the narrow stairs.