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(aka Bike) Part 986 by Angharad Copyright © 2010 Angharad
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Stella came down followed by Julie, the latter having changed into jeans and top and had washed her face and reapplied her makeup, looked more like her usual self. Simon crawled in after everyone else. I ladled the soup into bowls and sliced several pieces of bread from the loaf.
We sat eating in relative silence. I could still feel an icy blast coming from Simon.
“May I have some more bread, Mummy?” asked Julie. I picked up the knife and the loaf and cut her another slice, Stella also asked for one and eventually just before I put the knife down, Simon requested another piece.
I finished my soup, I wasn’t really hungry after the morning’s events, so it was more a case of eating it because I knew I’d be very hungry if I didn’t. I rose and switched on the kettle, then made a pot of tea when it had boiled. Everyone nodded for tea, so I poured them one each. Stella and Julie had fruit after their soup, while Simon and I both sipped our cups of tea.
“How was Maureen,” I asked Julie.
“She looked awful, Mummy, I hardly recognised her, an’ I didn’t stay long.”
“You didn’t talk to her or touch her?”
“No way,” she had tears in her eyes, “I mean she looked like some road kill.”
“Ughhh,” said Stella, “Do you mind? I’m still eating.”
Simon snorted at this and had tea escape though his nose. It didn’t look too elegant and made Stella and Julie snigger. He left his tea and stormed out of the kitchen. This was going to be a lovely weekend.
“What time do they want you at the salon tomorrow?” I asked Julie.
“Oh poo, it’s Friday tomorrow, isn’t it?”
“’Fraid so,” I smiled at her.
“Half past eight, I suppose.”
“Make sure you wear your comfy shoes,” I warned her.
“Oh don’t worry, Mummy, that was one lesson I did learn. I’m gonna wear my long skinny jumper with my footless tights.”
“And what shoes?”
“My ballet type ones.”
“Sounds sensible, as it isn’t that warm, you won’t be too hot either.”
“Dunno, it can get quite warm in there, ‘specially when I’m doing shampoos.”
“Why don’t you wear that long skinny tee shirt and put a cardi or jumper on top of it?”
“Hey, yeah, I could wear my sleeveless cardi, I haven’t, like, worn it at all yet.”
“What’s up with Mr Happy?” Stella asked nodding towards the door.
“We had a difference of opinion.”
“About what?”
“Does it matter?” I asked.
“Nah, I suppose not.”
“It’s all my fault, Mummy told me off, an’ Daddy like told her off for tellin’ me off.”
“Did you agree with your mother?” asked Stella.
“Yeah, I was, like, kinda stupid.”
“So why don’t you go and talk to your father and tell him so. Then maybe he’ll stop having a longer face than the average horse.”
“I um...” Julie hesitated.
“Go on, you wuss, your mother’s the more dangerous of the two, he’s a pushover, or should be, you’re a girl.”
Reluctantly Julie left the table and went in search of Simon. We heard voices but not what they were saying, so they weren’t raised. Stella and I chatted about this and that and suddenly I realised May was nearly here.
“Shit–I’m going to have to organise something about the wedding blessing soon.”
“How about doing something on the solstice–very magical.”
“That’s a Monday,” I replied glancing at the calendar.
“So? Do it on the Sunday.”
“I’ll have to see if Marguerite is free.”
“No time like the present.”
“You’re a bully, Stella Cameron.”
“Nah, just pushy.” She smirked, “What about colour schemes for the bridesmaids?”
“Well as it’s up in Scotland, I thought I’d give it a Scots flavour. I’m going to suggest a plain blue dress for the bridesmaids with a tartan shawl or sash in Watt tartan, which is mainly blue, the boys I thought could wear Cameron kilts.”
“And the bride?”
“Haven’t made my mind up yet, I’d half a mind to wear a shawl with both tartans one on either side and reverse them after the service.”
“Different,” said Stella looking anything but keen, “You gonna have a posy of thistles too?”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that, what a good idea.” It wasn’t, but I thought I’d call her bluff.”
Simon walked into the kitchen, “Your agent has done her bit–okay, I was a bit hard on you, but I still think you were on her.”
“Is that an apology?” asked Stella.
“What’s it got to do with you?” snapped Simon.
“What sort of delivery time is there on kilts, these days?” she fired back at him completely distracting him.
“Depends upon the tartan, why?”
“We need two Cameron kilts for the boys by the middle of June.”
“What for?”
“Your wedding blessing.”
“Oh, that?”
“Well we girls happen to think it’s important.”
“I’d get the orders in soon, if I were you. Are the girls going to wear kilts too?”
“Ugh no, they’d look like they were going to school, or worse, Japanese teenagers.”
“Oh, so what are they going to wear?”
“Blue dresses and plaids.”
“That’ll be different. And the bride?” he looked at me.
“I thought I’d wear a flesh coloured body stocking, while riding side saddle on a white Arab stallion.”
“That’d be one less car to order.”
“Spoken like a true Scot,” said Stella.
“She’s as Scots as we are,” Simon pointed at me.
“I’m a Bristolian,” I protested.
“Who so happened to be born in Dumfries.”
“I can hardly be blamed for that, can I?”
“Ye’re a wee haggis, like thae rest o’us,” Stella’s command of Lallans was worse than mine.
“Who’s gonna lead the horsey, Mummy?” said a small voice behind Simon, which belonged to Julie.
“Are you volunteering?” I challenged.
“I’m game if you are?” she riposted, and Simon and Stella roared with laughter. For that I sent Simon to collect the girls from school–knowing of course that they’d love it as much as he did.
“Are you going to see Maureen tonight, Mummy?”
“I was intending to, why?”
“If you go, can I come with you?”
“Is that a good idea?”
“Um–I don’t know,” she stared at the floor and I saw the tear drip off her nose and on to the floor. “I feel I owe it to her not to run away this time.”
“I’m sure she’d understand.”
“No, it was cowardly of me and I need to show her some respect.”
“So, do you mean to go in alone, or with me?”
“It would be easier with you, but if I have to, I’ll go in by myself.”
“Okay, we’ll see after dinner–speaking of which, I suppose I’d better sort out what we’re having. Oh, I’ve got some boiling ham, we’ll have that with parsley sauce. C’mon I’ll show you how to make it.”
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Whew!
And calm once again spreads among the flora and fauna. Sigh!
I think I'll get my blankie and go lay in the nice warm sun. :)
Family dynamics can sure be fun huh?
Much peace
Khadijah Gwen
Dust Settles
Looks like most of the fallout from the last blowup has settled out, and life is returning to (what passes locally for) normal. It's all part of the soap-opera dramatic arc, isn't it?
There is still the unsettled matter
with regard to discipline. Simon still does not agree with Cathy, and that is going to be a problem going forward.
Kim
Nice to see Julie wanting to
Nice to see Julie wanting to go back to see Maureen. That "show her some respect." line shows she's growing up. Too bad Simon hasn't, but then he is just a male... ^_~
Saless
"But it is also tradition that times *must* and always do change, my friend." - Eddie Murphy, Coming To America
I was going to say that it looks like another
typical day in the Cameron house but really, look like a pretty typical day in any home where there adults and a range of ages of children.
Simon and Cathy...
...are not quite on the same page as far as family discipline goes, but they're getting there, and will need to work together.
It will be interesting to see whether the wedding blessing actually comes to pass: they've been talking about it for long enough.
Don't forget there's a fifth bridesmaid who would love to be part of things—Daisy Drummond.
Party Spirit
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Or Simon is looking at Julie like a father does with a daughter. She could be becoming a Daddy's Girl to Simon.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Thank You Angharad....
... for another very enjoyable episode. I was wondering just now if Episode 1000 would be the wedding blessing, but I looked at the current episode count, and I'm thinking that with only 14 to go that we won't get there by then.
Cathy and Julie
I see this disagreement in two (or more ) lights. Yes, Julie disobeyed Cathy; however, the act was as much out of compassion for Maureen as it was in defying Cathy's better thought out plan. I see Julie as a very compassionate young woman(yes, woman, after all, she is sixteen). What she doesn't fully understand is the impact of what she is able to do. Nor does she understand what will happen when the outside confirms what she, her sister and Cathy can do. She has to understand the seriousness of her power, and only Cathy is going to be able to convey that. There is going to be (is) a terrible burden on these young women and girls. If it is not handled properly, the impact could have fatal consequences.
Portia
P.S. This comment was edited to correct some egregious spelling errors.
Portia
I don't think
I can spell egregious - oops!(Blushes egregiously).
Angharad
Angharad
Weddings
Like the idea for the wedding, (the Bride's maids stupid! and the boys.)
The body stocking and white horse, well, are our northern Celtic cousins up to that yet? Och, they cin bee a wee bit narroww whin it's tae the moralitee d'yee see! Especially if ye cim fra Peterrheed.
I worked with all sorts of Scots, from Glasgow to the Isles and those up there in Peterheed seemed to be awfu-lly narree.
Still it's on a private Castle estate so it'll be a strictly family affair, (Russian Mafia excepted.)
Go armed Cathy.
Still loving it.
Bev.
OXOXOX
PS
Promise me please, you'll live to be over a thousand.
Punishment?
Not a big deal, but I didn't see it. But then, Julie was contrite. Does that count?
This family revolves around food !
Great idea, having Julie speak to the arrogant SOB.
Julie, tonight stand back and watch the angel at work. Give support when asked, it's for poor Maureen, after all.
Cefin