Chapter 8



Amanda admires herself standing in front of the full-length black framed bedroom mirror.

“Yeah. Okay.  Not bad,” she says adjusting her yellow pleated skirt.  It now sits well on her ample hips.

“If this doesn’t work for me tonight, nothing will,” she says staring into the third vodka and tonic in her right hand.  It slips easily down her throat. 

She takes her cell phone and orders an uber to get to the party.


The fourth vodka and tonic hits Brenda not like a freight train, more like a hovercraft. She’s gliding now.

“Right.  That’s enough pre-loading for me,” she says admiring her own bad self in the full-length mirror.

“No wonder two babies have been supplied by these hips,” she says running her hands down her green linen one-piece dress.

“They’ll come pleading for me tonight.” 


Stephen never takes more than ten minutes to get dressed but a night like this requires a 15-minute shower. Coming out wrapped in a towel he grabs his go-to outfit for a party. Black jeans, chequered blue shirt and black adidas sneakers. He loves the 90’s grunge band look. Kurt Cobain was his teenage musical hero. Not that he is a musician but he likes to look like one.  That appeals to girls, Helen told him.


David and Michael have always been jean wearers with t-shirts of plain colours.  Nothing fancy in their lives.  The three boys never dressed the same growing up as identical triplets.  Mary had never fallen for that one.

 “I’m not going to be creepy,” she said. The boys loved her more.


Dennis forces on his wedding suit.  He could still wear it he says to himself.  Mary looks at him and says “No.” He listens. 

 “Your girlfriend will always change you.” He had told his boys on a regular basis.

 “That is what happens in real life.”

He changes into a new pair of jeans and white linen shirt.  This family isn’t flash.  Just happy to be together. 


Helen walks down the hallway and knocks on Mary’s bedroom door.  This family has no secrets. An open-door policy they all live by, except the toilet.  There is some degree of humility.

Mary glances up sensing Helen and her nervousness.

“It’s alright darling,” says Mary.

“I am a mother too.  The bloodline cannot escape intense emotional situations. I will back you up.”

Helen hugs Mary so tight Mary has to untangle herself after 30 seconds.

‘Nothing upsetting will come from this,” says Mary holding Helen’s face in her hands. All of this family are tactile.  Embracing is forever a family go-to for support and affection.

Helen gets this as a constant point of happiness as she embraces tightly to her current mother. Mary’s one who supplied her with a lifetime of emotion.


Good Friday has no Easter religious connection for this party.  Christianity had never been part of their growing up.  Easter Eggs on Sunday was the only go-to point.