Chapter 6




Amanda drops her phone.  It bounces off the stainless-steel kitchen bin and heads towards the wooden floor.  She bends over to catch it.  Amanda is quick. No damage there.

Glee is a common feeling.  Amanda loves sitting through the seven series of the American tv show Glee while drinking and singing. She is still a fan of doing this same thing from on-demand telly. Not that she has a problem with drinking. Singing after two beers is her normal reaction to anything musical.

 Her dead dad, not the never to be seen mum said

Join a choir, Angel.”

 She ran from that recommendation.  The vision of singing in a church had no impact.  Having an outfit on would have made an audience get up and clap she realised. This vision appealed now.  She has a uniform at the building depot.  She loves her job because of it. 

“I wonder what those other losers will be doing on Extra Good Friday,” she asks herself in her own head. 


Thursday night before the party is not like Christmas Eve.  High expectations and a strong work ethic are important for making this work well.  Mary has to have maximum control of this event.  She does not want to work like a dog on Good Friday.

She realises she needs to stay in the moment. That is a mindset of great relaxed happiness. She learnt that from a podcast by the Dalai Lama.  When a stressful moment is approaching, her ward off manoeuvre is the phrase stay in the moment.  This emotional shield works well.

While it sounds like a huge event, in fact it’s not at all.  Fiftieth  birthdays always bring friends out of the woodwork who are still alive.  Some have died in tragic ways, bad luck or just couldn’t be bothered coming.

A thirtieth birthday is different.  Not many turn up and some are resentful of turning 30.  Amanda has not invited any friends or family.  She is happy to be invited to someone else’s party.  Amanda’s along for the ride. 

Mary glances at Helen smiling at her phone. 

Stay in the moment she says to herself again.  The weight of their earlier indiscretion fades away.  Mary concentrates on the baking and organisation for tomorrow.

“Stephen,” she yells.

Stephen comes out of his room into the kitchen.

‘Can you go to the local garage to get some ice with your brother David please.”

“Sure,” says Stephen. 

His identical triplet brother David is waiting in the driveway in the red station wagon ready to go. 

Stephen runs down the path and jumps in the passenger seat.

David hits the accelerator pedal like a formula one driver throwing Stephen back into the seat.

“What’s going on with Helen, Stephen,” asks David.

“You’re closer to her than the rest of us.”

Stephen pauses looking out the window then looks to David.

“She’s just extra happy about having a baby and moving into that house dad’s building.”

“Sweet,” says David.

















Some have died in tragic ways, bad luck or just couldn’t be bothered coming.
That is hilarious. I do like your dry wit Ken.