Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2103

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Part 2103
by Angharad

Copyright © 2013 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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The alarm went off and I jumped up and dashed to the loo and then the shower. By half past seven I was dried and doing my hair, then makeup then I dressed in a suit, heels and some jewellery; then a splosh of perfume and I was downstairs and making toast and tea.

Danny came down yawning. “Sleep well?” I asked.

“You look very posh today,” he said stifling another yawn.

“Why don’t you go back to bed for an hour?”

“I want to sit with you?”

“Are you still going to go through with it?”

“Peter asked me to.”

“You don’t have to do it just because he asked you to.”

“No, but I said I would, so I gotta do it.”

“I’ll speak to Julie if you want.”

“Speak to me about what?” she said walking into the kitchen.

“About these makeovers tonight.”

“What about it, don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do–I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“It was your idea,” she threw back at me.

“Not for Danny, just Peter.”

“No, I’ll do it, Mummy, I did promise him.”

“Have you got something to wear?” I asked him.

“Cindy’s coming over, she’ll help me.”

“Is there a wig he can borrow?”

“Up in my room, it looks alright. I’ve left a few things out as well he can try.” She had her breakfast and then left calling to Danny, “See you tonight little bro, or is it sis?” She chuckled and went.

“You can still pull out?”

“No, you told me my word is my bond.”

“But I’m giving you permission to pull out.”

“I can’t, Mummy.”

“I worry about you, sweetheart.”

He gave me a wry smile, “Thank you,” then his eyes teared up and he gave me a hug and wept quietly.

“Why don’t you cancel it, Julie won’t mind.”

“No, but Peter will.”

“Shall I speak to him or his mum?”

“No, there’s enough people involved already. I’ll be alright–at least you lot understand.”

“I’m not sure your father does, especially as you almost point blank refused to wear a kilt.”

“Yeah well.”

I glanced at the clock, “I have to go sweetheart, I’ve a taxi coming in a few minutes and I need to get my attaché case.”

I was due to meet Simon in London. The meeting started at mid day he was going to collect me from the station. The journey went quickly, not because I was thinking about the meeting and my presentation at it, but I was worried about Danny.

Simon suggested a late lunch–the meeting usually finishes at half past two, but I declined wanting to get home to see what was happening with my boy. He shrugged and told me he’d catch up later.

The board meeting went according to its agenda. My presentation took ten minutes including a report on the woodland centre and they passed my request for money for publicity material leading up to its completion next year. I gave an update on the harvest mouse film and they awarded me a grant for that as well. It would seem they want to appear to be the greenest bank.

Finally it was over and I grabbed a cab back to Waterloo, where I had ten minutes to grab a sandwich and a coffee from a take away bar. My tummy was rumbling like mad. On the train, I did manage to do some work on the laptop and was pleased when they brought round some tea and a cake.

From Portsmouth station I dashed home and just missed Danny and Cindy, whom Jacquie had taken to the salon. I changed into some jeans and a top and rushed off after them.

Stella told me that Danny was in a tee shirt and denim skirt when he left and that she had placed the wig on his head so he didn’t look too bad. “Why’s he doing it?”

“To prove a point I think, but which one I’m not sure.”

The salon was locked up when I got there and I had to tap on the door. Phoebe let me in and I sat quietly and watched Julie and her transform two boys into very attractive girls. Peter, or whatever he called himself en femme, was wearing a sun dress and light cardigan thing over the top, with sandals on his feet displaying painted toenails.

Danny, the finer featured of the boys, was sitting silently while Julie painted his eyes, his painted nails occasionally showed he was squeezing Cindy’s hand. Julie was explaining everything she did and why. I think Danny was too frightened to move or say anything.

Then it was over. Peter paid out for the cosmetics they’d used and he had quite a bagful to take home with him. Danny had far fewer apparently because he knew he didn’t need or want much done to his face in terms of makeup. Peter obviously did and it showed a little. If he can’t do it himself, he’d best not expect me to make him up like that–I have neither time nor inclination. I assumed Cindy would help him but wasn’t sure. When Cindy was given the chance for another makeover, she was in the chair before Julie changed her mind.

“Oh hi, Mummy,” Danny greeted me, or should that be Danni?

“Um–you look very pretty. What does Cindy think?”

“She thinks it’s good fun.”

“So, is it a dress or a kilt for Scotland?”

He shrugged.

“Looks like a dress.”

He shrugged again.

“Hello, Auntie Cathy,” Cindy bounced up and air kissed me, presumably to avoid rubbing off any makeup.

“Hi, Mum,” called Julie, “So what d’you think of your new daughter?”

I was worried. “Yes, very elegant.”

“She’s turned out okay if I say so myself, as has her little friend, Pia.”

That sounds like someone from Pompey calling his mate Peter–they don’t do consonants very often.

“Do they know what to do to reproduce your magic?”

“I’ve shown them both and Cindy, who being a girl, means she has enough brain cells to remember.”

“I can’t say I see any boys here anyway,” I said trying to defuse Julie’s sexism.

“No, course not,” she blushed then rolled her eyes.

I glanced at Danny’s shoes. I didn’t recognise them. “Where did you get the shoes, Danielle?” I asked.

“They’re mine, Aunty Cathy,” offered Cindy, “I bought them a while back in a sale then realised they were too big, but they fit Danielle just right.” They were blue bar shoes with a two inch heel and went quite well with the blue tee shirt and denim skirt.

“Right folks you’ve ’ad yer fun I wanna go ’ome and ’ave me tea, so off yer go,” Julie indicated she wanted to close up the shop. I offered her some money for her time but she shook her head, “They’re family.” I thanked her and suggested we leave.

It seemed we were giving Pia a lift home along with Cindy, who was coming back to our house. We dropped off Pia who waved then skipped home down the path like a six year old. “Somebody seems happy,” I commented as we drove off.

“Yeah,” said Danni with a sigh.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Cindy?”

“Oh yes, Auntie Cathy, an’ I think Danielle did too, didn’t you girl?”

“Oh yeah,” said Danielle languidly.

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