Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 996.

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 996
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“What were you talking about?” Trish asked Billy.

“We told Mummy we didn’t wanna be girls.”

“Why? Being a girl is fun, you get lots of nice clothes and dolls to play with...”

“Trish, I think just because you enjoy being a girl doesn’t mean everyone would. Danny and Billy are happy to be boys.”

“Yuck, slugs and snails.”

“Trish, please don’t be silly–in this house, unlike many, you at least have a chance to see if you like being who you think you should be. In your case, Trish, it seems to be working,” I pronounced.

“Does that mean, it isn’t for me?” wailed Julie.

“No, I think you’re doing quite well too. Now back to business–I have to let Gareth know if I’m going to do this job or not. Like I said before, it isn’t just up to me–I need your help and your support to do it.”

“I dunno, Mummy, will you be away a lot?”

“I’m not entirely sure–so I can’t tell you for definite.”

“Who’s gonna look after us when you’re not here?” asked Livvie.

“That’s the awkward question, and the truthful answer is, I don’t yet know. I have to ask one or two people–whom I trust, so I know you’ll be safe with them.”

“That’s good, you trust them but not us enough to tell us who you have in mind.” Julie was having one of her negative moments.

“You’ll have to wait a day or two. The job doesn’t start until the end of July, in any case, except to recruit staff like a secretary.”

“So why can’t you tell us now?” Trish echoed Livvie’s thoughts.

“I’ll tell you when I’m good and ready. Now, are you prepared to help me get this job?”

“I’ll tell you when I’m ready,” snapped back Trish.

“Trish, if you don’t behave, you’ll be having an early to bed night.”

She scowled at me and sat down with her arms folded, glaring her defiance.

“I need to ask if you’ll support me or not? I can’t do it without you?”

All but Trish put their hands up, she kept her arms folded.

“Are you abstaining, Trish?”

“I’m not staining nothing,” was her reply and Tom sniggered. “Nietzsche, would have had an answer, but I don’t.” She burst into tears and rushed out of the room. Danny ran after her and I heard the hoof beats run up the stairs.

“Gareth will be here soon, Daddy, could you order some pizzas to be delivered. I’m going to talk with Trish.”

I swept up the stairs pausing at the top when I heard voices. “Did you always want to be a girl?”

“Yeah, as long as I can remember,” Trish answered him, “Why, did you think Mummy wanted to turn you and Billy into girls?”

“I dunno, Billy seemed to think so.”

“I don’t think she did, she didn’t turn me into a girl, I’m a girl already, I just have an outie when it should be an innie.”

“What, you’d like them to cut it off?”

“Yeah, if they can give me an innie like other girls.”

“Ugh, that sounds dead awful, I mean, I caught mine in the zip once and that like really hurt–so having it cut off...” I could almost feel Danny wincing.

“I don’t care–and I think they put a plaster on it anyway.”

“Good–but I’ll bet it still bloody hurts.”

“Usually when I have a bit that hurts and Mummy puts a plaster on it, it stops hurting quite quickly. D’you think that’s the plaster or Mummy being an angel?”

“Mummy’s an angel?”

“Yeah, how d’you think she can do all that healing stuff?”

“I dunno, do I? But I thought angels had wings–never seen none on Mummy, have you?”

“No, but I don’t think all angels have wings, or p’raps they have invisible ones.”

“So what do your experts say about that then?”

“I don’t know, Danny, but they had a whole conference about how many angels could balance on the head of a pin? Do you know what a conference is?”

“No I don’t, but I know lotsa people go to them.”

“Me neither, but how can you balance anything on a pin head, it’s like this small.”

“I know how big a pin head is, Billy’s got one.” They both laughed at his remark. “You happy about Mummy doing this new job?”

“Not really, I think she might be away too much an’ all I wanted was to be a girl and live with a mummy an’ daddy, like everyone else.”

I felt my eyes moisten.

“Not everyone, Trish, I never ‘ad a proper Mummy and Daddy until I came here. I couldn’t believe how lucky you were, you ‘ad like, everythin’. When Mummy said she was gonna try to like, adopt us–it’s like wow, the best thin’ that ever, like happened.”

“She’s the best Mummy in the world, she loves everyone and Daddy isn’t as smart, but he’s so rich, it doesn’t matter.” Trish giggled as she said this, and I heard Danny laugh as well.

“Daddy’s all right, pity he’s away so much.”

“I like to cuddle with him when he’s home, but Mima’s his favourite, probably because she’s a proper girl, she’s got an innie.”

“I think you’re a proper girl, too. I like, always have–well since I’ve known you, you know.”

“Thank you, Danny, you’re a good brother.”

I heard them hug and she–I think–kissed him.

“D’you think I’m pretty?”

I began to wonder where this was leading.

“Yeah, why?”

“I just wondered, one magazine I read said girls like to be told how pretty or beautiful they are, and boys like to be told they’re handsome or rugged looking. You don’t look much like a rug to me.”

“I think rugged means, sort of strong and tough,” Danny showed his greater education.

“I know–I was having a joke.” Trish giggled again and then laughed uncontrollably as he started to tickle her. At this point I went back downstairs.

Gareth arrived at the same time as the pizzas. “Och I didnae ken ye were comin’,” complained Tom.

“He can have mine, I prefer my cardboard in boxes: I’ll have a piece of toast.” I swept into the kitchen where I found four large pizzas stacked on top of one another. I quickly heated some plates in the microwave and with the cutter thingy, put a selection of slices on the plates then carried them into the dining room, where Livvie was laying out knives and forks and Julie was putting down placemats.

“So have you decided?” asked Gareth.

“Look, can we deal with eating this while it’s hot?” I sidestepped his question and handed him some condiments to carry through, including tomato ketchup which Billy likes on most things except his breakfast cereal.

I heard Tom ask Gareth if he wanted red or white, and Gareth telling him he was driving, so neither.

I felt so much on the horns of a dilemma and while the others were busy feeding their faces, I crept up to my bedroom and called Simon, praying he’d be available to talk.

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