Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (13) Familial Relativity (Part 02)
It was on a Friday, also known as gardening day, when Rafa did the garden that someone threw a rock into the tranquil pond that was his life.
So it was in the morning while he was making a cup of coffee and staring through the window watching the wiry Rafa pick up a planter as if it were made of polystyrene that the phone rang.
“Oh shit,” Jonathon said reading the caller ID.
“Hi mum, it’s really lovely to hear from you,” he said with as much sincerity as he could muster
“Hello Jonathon, you’re not getting any better at that are you dear? Listen I’ll get straight to the point, Auntie Leslie and Uncle Roland have asked if you could put Gemma up for a week, and I said yes on your behalf”
“You did what?” He said shocked
“You remember Gemma, you were inseparable when you were kids” she continued oblivious to his protest.
“Yes I do remember her but why the hell did you do that” He shouted
“Calm down Jonathon, for goodness sake, stop making such a fuss, she is family after all, and how bad can it be?”
She wasn’t family actually, the Auntie and Uncle in front of Leslie and Roland’s names were purely honorary titles, the Hughes family were just extremely close friends of his parents.
“The girl is doing a two week long secondment at O’Sullivan and Springthorpe and it will save her the cost of a Hotel” she continued
“But it’s not convenient” He protested
“It will interfere with my work”
“For goodness sake Jonathon you’re a web site designer, it’s not as if you’re close to curing cancer” she retorted
“You’ll have to call them back and say no,” he said firmly
“I can’t possibly do that; it will make me look foolish” she snapped
“But it’s really going to cramp my style” he said
“You haven’t got any style Jonathon especially since you started working for pornographers and degenerates” his mum retorted
“Now listen Jonathon this will really help to cement family relations, you know how bad things have been between the families, and how strained and difficult it’s been since Uncle John impregnated Roland’s sister Lucy”
“Look apart from the short notice and the inconvenience” He explained, “I don’t really want a stranger in the house”
“Nonsense she’s hardly a stranger you used to get on really well when you were children” his mum said
“But I haven’t seen her for 10 years” he responded, but he knew he was fighting a losing battle
“Gemma will be no trouble at all she was always a nice girl and you’ll hardly see her anyway” his mum said
“But she’s a stranger now” he pointed out
“She’s arriving Saturday,” she said hurriedly
“But” he interrupted
“Must dash, Bye” and she was gone.
“Bollocks” He said and put down the phone.
He spent the rest of the day wondering how he was going to cope with Gemma in his house, he even considered going to stay in a Hotel for the two weeks.
His Mum was right he and Gemma did get on well when they were kids, she was five years younger than him and yes there was a time when they were inseparable.
But what mum didn’t know was that when he was seventeen the 12-year-old Gemma tried to kiss him and that was only the first time, she tried kissing him at every opportunity until when she was 14 he found her half naked in his bed.
He didn’t know quite how her behavior might have escalated after that incident had fate not taken a hand.
And he was mightily relieved when Uncle Jon got Roland’s sister Lucy pregnant and the Masters and the Hughes stopped spending holidays together.
Now thanks to his interfering mother she was going to be staying under his roof for two weeks which was going to be quite embarrassing for both of them.