Rainbows over O'Mara's: O'Mara family feel-good fiction (The Guesthouse on the Green Series Book 12) by Michelle Vernal

Author:Michelle Vernal [Vernal, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-07-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Aisling pressed her lips together, annoyed. She'd only had her back turned for a few seconds, and Mammy had disappeared. A harried woman wrapped in a camel-coloured coat who looked around her age was walking towards her. She'd a girl of about eight, zipped into an anorak, in tow who was wearing a face that said her mammy had told her no to ice cream. I'll ask them if they've seen a little woman in burnt orange with a poodle, Aisling decided, stepping into their path, but before opening her mouth, the woman pulled her daughter into her side. She glared at Aisling and said, 'We're Catholic. So we won't be needing the Hare Krishna books today, thank you.' They hurried on their way, and an indignant Aisling carried on up the street.

Her hair whipped around her face, and she tucked it behind her ears, but it was a lost cause, as it would seem was her hunt for Mammy and Pooh. However, as a rogue wind gusted down the street sending Aisling's dress flying up around her ears, she forgot all about them. It was like a scene from Marilyn Monroe's film, The Seven Year Itch, only instead of a white halter neck dress, Aisling was wearing a burnt orange sari dress, and she wasn't standing over a New York subway grille but instead on the Howth pavement.

She was busy trying to bat her dress down when two lads exiting a pub a few doors down where they'd partaken of a hair of the dog pint emerged and began elbowing one another. The one who was channelling Liam Gallagher and needed to wash his hair put his fingers in his mouth and let rip with a piercing wolf whistle. Aisling would have told them to feck off away with themselves, but she couldn't see them with the sari dress up around her ears. They'd mooched on their way by the time she'd wrested it under control to see she was not alone.

'You pay them no mind, dear,' the woman on the motorised scooter said kindly. 'I'm forever after telling my girls to tuck their vests into their knickers like so. You're a young lady who's got her head screwed on, so you are.' She gave Aisling a cheery smile, revved her engine and pootled on.

By now, Aisling's face was clashing with her dress, and she was about to take refuge inside the nearest shop when she saw it. A mirage-like laneway she'd never noticed before nestling between a vibrantly painted green building on its left and a red building on the right—an escape route! She swerved down it, glad of her trainers on the cobbles and came face to face with Mammy, who was straightening from having tethered Pooh. Aisling flew towards her full of blustering righteousness, 'I didn't know where you'd got to, Mammy! I've just been mistaken for a Hare Krishna, and now all of Howth knows I'm after tucking my vest into my knickers.' She paused to look about her.

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