A Very Coco Christmas by Robert Bryndza

Author:Robert Bryndza
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781916153943
Publisher: Raven Street Publishing

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We split up and searched the length of the road out front, and the neighbours’ gardens calling out, ‘Jean Paul Belmondo,’ like a bunch of depressed fans of French new wave cinema. But no turkey came trotting up. I felt terrible, not only had I lost them their Christmas lunch but Mrs. Pinchard was mourning the loss of a beloved pet. When we re-grouped in the back garden I saw it was almost seven o’clock.

‘Daniel,’ I said awkwardly. ‘I’ve just realised I should get home… I don’t know what to do about this?’

Mrs. Pinchard was still ranting to Mrs. Roberts saying, ‘The poor bugger is long gone, knowing this lot round ’ere. ’E’ll be in someone’s oven, I’ve no doubt.’

Daniel went over to his mum and she broke down in tears with her head on his shoulder.

‘Oh Danny, why did yer ’ave to bring…’

‘What?’

‘No, It’s not ’er fault, I’m sure she’s a nice girl…’ she burst into tears again.

‘Do you think your dad has a spare turkey?’ said Daniel over his mother’s shoulder.

‘We’ve got nothing to eat tomorrow,’ sobbed Mrs. Pinchard. ‘Only five chipolatas and box of Quality Street…’

I thought of the pantry at home, filled to bursting with meat and fresh food. I then pictured our dining room: lots of space and a huge table.

‘Come to my house for lunch tomorrow,’ I blurted. ‘The three of you,’ I added, as Mrs. Roberts from next door seemed to think she might get an invite too.

‘We’d love to,’ said Mrs. Pinchard suddenly regaining her composure. ‘What time does yer dad carve?’

Daniel looked shocked. ‘Hang on Coco, are you sure. Your house, in Marylebone?’

‘Course she’s sure!’ said Mrs. Pinchard.

‘Yes. Course,’ I said, but inside I was panicked at what I’d just offered.

‘Shall I give yer mum a tinkle?’ Said Mrs. Pinchard. ‘See if she wants them chipolatas?’

‘No, it’s fine. Look we eat at one, so why don’t you come for midday?’ I said the colour draining from my face. All Mrs. Pinchard’s tears for John Paul Belmondo had vanished, and she hurried inside.

‘Meryl!’ she yelled, ‘make yerself useful and plug in the Carmen rollers! We’re goin' up west for Christmas lunch!’

I was left with Daniel in the moonlight.

‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ he asked. He pushed my hair away and leant in and kissed my neck.

‘Yes. I love you,’ I said. ‘And I want your mum to like me too.’

‘You are the most amazing woman. I love you,’ he said. His brown eyes glinted in the moonlight and I wanted him so bad. He kissed me softly.

‘Why don’t you stay here?’ he asked, smiling.

‘What? Tonight? In your room?’

‘No. I don’t think my mother would approve of that… even if you have invited her over for Christmas lunch. No, you can have my bed, I’ll have the settee and then when everyone is asleep, I’ll stealthily climb the stairs…’

‘Avoiding the creaky ones…’

‘Yes avoiding the creaky ones,’ he grinned, ‘and I’ll ravish you in my bed…’ I could feel him getting stiff.

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