Part 4 (1/2)
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 b.u.t.terfly 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 b.u.t.terflies are pretty, Daddy,” said Emily with big innocent eyes.
”Yes, some b.u.t.terflies 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 s.h.i.+n 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 pa.s.sed 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 rea.s.sured her.
The photograph was pa.s.sed 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 pa.s.sed 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 embarra.s.sing. 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.”
”Can I tag along with the camera?” asked Declan.
”For what?”