It’s not as though Holly had the worst family in the world, it’s just that they were such a strange mix of people. These huge clashes of personalities usually led to arguments at the most inappropriate times, or as Holly’s parents preferred to call them, “heavy discussions.” They could get along, but that was with everyone really trying and being on their best behavior.
Holly and Jack often met up for lunch or for drinks just to catch up on each other’s lives; they had an interest in each other. She enjoyed his company and considered him to be not only a brother but a real friend. Lately they hadn’t seen much of each other. Jack understood Holly well and knew when she needed her space.
The only time Holly caught up on her younger brother Declan’s life was when she called the house looking for her parents and he would answer. Declan wasn’t a great conversationalist. He was a twenty-two-year-old “boy” who didn’t quite yet feel comfortable in the company of adults, so Holly never really knew that much about him. A nice boy, he just had his head up in the clouds a bit.
Ciara, her twenty-four-year-old little sister, had been away for the entire year and Holly had missed her. They were never the kind of sisters to swap clothes and giggle about boys, their tastes differed so much. But as the only two girls in a family of brothers, they formed a bond. Ciara was closer to Declan; both of them dreamers. Jack and Holly had always been inseparable as children and friends as adults. That left Richard. He was out on his own in the family, but Holly suspected he liked that feeling of being separated from those in his family he couldn’t quite understand. Holly was dreading his lectures on all-things-boring, his insensitive questioning of her life and just the whole feeling of being frustrated by comment after comment at the dinner table. But it was a welcome-home dinner for Ciara and Jack would be there; Holly could count on him.
So was Holly looking forward to tonight? Absolutely not.
Holly reluctantly knocked on the door to her family home and immediately heard the pounding of tiny feet flying toward the door followed by a voice that should not belong to a child.
“Mummy! Daddy! It’s Aunty Holly, it’s Aunty Holly!”
It was Nephew Timothy, Nephew Timothy.
His happiness was suddenly crushed by a stern voice. (Although it was unusual for her nephew to be happy about Holly’s arrival; things must be especially boring in there.) “Timothy! What did I tell you about running in the house! You could fall and hurt yourself, now go stand in the corner and think about what I said. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Mummy.”
“Ah come on, Meredith, will he hurt himself on the carpet or on the comfy padded couch?”
Holly laughed to herself; Ciara was definitely home. Just as Holly was contemplating escape, the door swung open and there stood Meredith. She looked even more sour-faced and unwelcoming than usual.
“Holly.” She nodded her head in acknowledgment.
“Meredith,” Holly imitated.
Once in the living room Holly looked around for Jack, but to her disappointment he was nowhere to be seen. Richard stood in front of the fireplace dressed in a surprisingly colorful sweater; perhaps he was letting his hair down tonight. He stood with his hands in his pockets rocking back and forth from his heels to the balls of his toes like a man ready to give a lecture. His lecture was being aimed at their poor father, Frank, who sat uncomfortably in his favorite armchair looking like a chastised schoolboy. Richard was so lost in his story he didn’t see Holly enter the room. Holly blew her poor father a kiss from across the room, not wanting to be brought into their conversation. Her father smiled at her and pretended to catch her kiss.
Declan was slumped on the couch wearing his ripped jeans and South Park T-shirt, puffing furiously on a cigarette while Meredith invaded his space and warned him of the dangers of smoking. “Really? I didn’t know that,” he said, sounding worryingly interested while stabbing out his cigarette. Meredith’s face looked satisfied until Declan winked at Holly, reached for the box again and immediately lit up another one. “Tell me some more, please, I’m just dying to know.” Meredith stared back at him in disgust.
Ciara was hiding behind the couch throwing pieces of popcorn at the back of poor Timothy’s head. He stood facing the wall in the corner of the room and was too afraid to turn around. Abbey was pinned to the floor and being bossed around by little five-year-old Emily and an evil-looking doll. She caught Holly’s eye and mouthed “Help” to her.
“Hi Ciara.” Holly approached her sister, who jumped up and gave her a big hug, squeezing Holly a bit tighter than usual. “Nice hair.”
“You like it?”
“Yeah, pink is really your color.”
Ciara looked satisfied. “That’s what I tried to tell them,” she said, squinting her eyes and staring at Richard and Meredith. “So how’s my big sis?” Ciara asked softly, rubbing Holly’s arm affectionately.
“Oh, you know,” Holly smiled weakly, “I’m hanging in there.”
“Jack is in the kitchen helping your mum with the dinner if you’re looking for him, Holly,” Abbey announced, widening her eyes and mouthing “Help me” again.
Holly raised her eyebrows at Abbey. “Really? Well isn’t he great helping out Mum?”
“Oh, Holly, didn’t you know how much Jack just loves cooking, he just loves it. Can’t get enough of it,” she said sarcastically.
Holly’s dad chuckled to himself, which stopped Richard in his tracks. “What’s so funny, Father?”
Frank shifted in his seat nervously. “I just find it remarkable that all this happens in just one tiny little test tube.”
Richard let out a disapproving sigh at his father’s stupidity. “Yes, but you have to understand these are so minuscule, Father, it’s rather fascinating. The organisms combine with the . . .” And away he went while his father settled back down in his chair and tried to avoid eye contact with Holly.
Holly tiptoed quietly into the kitchen, where she found her brother at the table with his feet up on a chair munching on some food. “Ah, here he is, the naked chef himself.”
Jack smiled and stood up from his chair. “There’s my favorite sister.” He scrunched up his nose. “I see you got roped into coming to this thing as well.” He walked toward her and held out his arms to offer her one of his big bear hugs. “How are you?” he said quietly into her ear.
“I’m OK, thanks.” Holly smiled sadly and kissed him on the cheek before turning to her mother. “Darling Mother, I am here to offer my services at this extremely stressful and busy time of your life,” Holly said, planting a kiss on her mother’s flushed cheek.
“Oh, aren’t I just the luckiest woman in the world having such caring children like you,” Elizabeth said sarcastically. “Tell you what; you can just drain the water from the potatoes there.”
“Mum, tell us about the time when you were a little girl during the famine and the spuds were gone,” Jack said, putting on an exaggerated Irish accent.
Elizabeth hit him across the head playfully with the tea towel. “Ah, sure ’tis years before my time, son.”
“Sure ’tis true,” said Jack.
“No, you t’aren’t at all,” joined in Holly.
They both stopped and stared at her. “Since when is there such a word as t’aren’t?” laughed her mum.
“Ah, shut up the both of you.” Holly joined her brother at the table.
“I hope you two won’t be getting up to any mischief tonight. I would like this to be an argument-free zone for a change.”
“Mother, I am shocked the thought even crossed your mind.” Jack winked across to Holly.
“All right,” she said, not believing a word of it. “Well, sorry my babies, but there’s nothing else to be done here. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”
“Oh.” Holly was disappointed.
Elizabeth joined her children at the table and the three of them stared at the kitchen door all thinking the same thing.
“No, Abbey,” squealed Emily loudly, “you’re not doing what I tell you,” and she burst into tears. This was shortly followed by a loud guffaw from Richard; he must have cracked a joke because he was the only one laughing.
“But I suppose it’s important that we all stay here and keep an eye on the dinner,” Elizabeth added.
“OK everyone, dinner is being served,” announced Elizabeth, and everyone made their way to the dining room. There was an awkward moment like at a child’s birthday party while everyone scuffled to sit beside their best friend. Eventually Holly was satisfied with her position at the table and settled down with her mother on her left at the end of the table and Jack to her right. Abbey sat with a scowl on her face between Jack and Richard. Jack would have some making up to do when he got home. Declan sat opposite Holly and wedged in between him was an empty seat where Timothy should be sitting, then Emily and Meredith, then Ciara. Holly’s father got a raw deal sitting at the head of the table between Richard and Ciara, but he was such a calm man he was the best one for the job.
Everyone oohed and aahed as Elizabeth brought out the food and the aroma filled the room. Holly had always loved her mother’s cooking, she was never afraid to experiment with new flavors and recipes, a trait that had not been passed down to her daughter. “Hey, poor little Timmy must be starving out there,” Ciara exclaimed to Richard. “He must have done his time by now.”
She knew she was skating on thin ice but she loved the danger of it, and more important, she loved to wind Richard up. After all, she had to make up for lost time, she had been away for a year.
“Ciara, it’s important that Timothy know when he has done something wrong,” explained Richard.
“Yeah, but couldn’t you just tell him?”
The rest of the family tried hard not to laugh.
“He needs to know that his actions will lead to serious consequences so he will not repeat them.”
“Ah well,” she said, raising her voice a few octaves, “he’s missing all this yummy food. Mmm-mmm-mmm,” she added, licking her lips.
“Stop it, Ciara,” Elizabeth snapped.
“Or you’ll have to stand in the corner,” Jack added sternly.
The table erupted with laughter, bar Meredith and Richard of course.
“So Ciara, tell us about your adventures in Australia,” Frank moved swiftly on.
Ciara’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I had the most amazing time, Dad, I would definitely recommend going there to anyone.”
“Awful long flight, though,” Richard said.
“Yeah it is, but it’s so worth it.”
“Did you get any more tattoos?” Holly asked.
“Yeah, look.” With that, Ciara stood up at the table and pulled down her trousers, revealing a butterfly on her behind.
Mum, Dad, Richard and Meredith protested in outrage while the others sat in convulsions of laughter. This carried on for a long time. Finally, when Ciara had apologized and Meredith had removed her hands from Emily’s eyes, the table settled down.
“They are revolting things,” Richard said in disgust.
“I think butterflies are pretty, Daddy,” said Emily with big innocent eyes.
“Yes, some butterflies are pretty, Emily, but I’m talking about tattoos. They can give you all sorts of diseases and problems.” Emily’s smile faded.
“Hey, I didn’t exactly get this done in a dodgy place sharing needles with drug dealers, you know. The place was perfectly clean.”
“Well, that’s an oxymoron if ever I heard one,” Meredith said with disgust.
“Been in one recently, Meredith?” Ciara asked a bit too forcefully.
“Well, em . . . n-n-n-no,” she stuttered, “I have never been in one, thank you very much, but I am sure they are.” Then she turned to Emily. “They are dirty, horrible places, Emily, where only dangerous people go.”
“Is Aunt Ciara dangerous, Mummy?”
“Only to five-year-old little girls with red hair,” Ciara said, stuffing her face.
Emily froze.
“Richard dear, do you think that Timmy might want to come in now for some food?” Elizabeth asked politely.
“It’s Timothy,” Meredith interrupted.
“Yes, Mother, I think that would be OK.”
A very sorry little Timothy walked slowly into the room with his head down and took his place silently beside Declan. Holly’s heart leapt out to him. How cruel to treat a child like that, how cruel to stop him from being a child . . . her sympathetic thoughts diminished immediately as she felt his little foot kick her shin underneath the table. They should have left him out there.
“So Ciara, come on, give us the gossip, do anything wild and wonderful out there?” Holly pushed for more information.
“Oh yeah, I did a bungee jump actually, well, I did a few. I have the photo here.” She reached into her back pocket and everyone looked away just in case she was planning to reveal any more bits of her anatomy. Thankfully she only took out her wallet; she passed the photo around the table and continued explaining.
“The first one I did was off a bridge and my head hit the water when I fell . . .”
“Oh Ciara, that sounds dangerous,” her mother said with her hands across her face.
“Oh no, it wasn’t dangerous at all,” she reassured her.
The photograph was passed to Holly and she and Jack burst out laughing. Ciara dangled upside down from a rope with her face contorted in the middle of a scream from pure terror. Her hair (it was blue at that time) was shooting out in all directions as though she had been electrocuted.
“Attractive photo, Ciara. Mum, you must get that framed for over the fireplace,” Holly joked.
“Yeah!” Ciara’s eyes lit up as the thought hit her. “That would be a cool idea.”
“Sure darling, I’ll just take down the one of you making your Holy Communion and replace it with that,” Elizabeth said sarcastically.
“Well, I don’t know which one would be scarier,” said Declan.
“Holly, what are you doing for your birthday?” asked Abbey, leaning across toward her. She was clearly dying to get out of the conversation she was having with Richard.
“Oh, that’s right!” shouted Ciara. “You’re gonna be thirty in a few weeks!”
“I’m not doing anything big at all,” she warned everyone. “I don’t want any surprise party or anything, please.”
“Oh, you have to. . . ,” said Ciara.
“No, she doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to,” her father interrupted, and he winked supportively at Holly.
“Thank you, Dad. I’m just going to have a girly night out clubbing or something. Nothing mad, nothing wild.”
Richard tutted as the photograph reached him and passed it on to his father, who chuckled to himself over the sight of Ciara.
“Yes, I agree with you, Holly,” said Richard, “those birthday celebrations are always a bit embarrassing. Grown adults acting like children, doing ‘Rock the boat’ on the floor and drinking far too much. You’re quite right.”
“Well, I actually quite enjoy those parties, Richard,” Holly shot back, “but I just don’t feel in the celebratory mood this year, that’s all.”
There was silence for a moment before Ciara piped up, “A girly night it is then.”
