The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

y Elly’s Aunt. She was a typical middle aged Aunt. She hugged Elly and
kissed both cheeks and then smiled at me. She invited us in and shoo-ed away
the puppies who were desperate to get into the warmth. Once inside we took off
our shoes and I declined a communal pair of slippers. There was a large wooden
stair case which seemed excessively varnished. The large hall led to several
different rooms, each spacious and very homely. The kitchen looked like
something out of Hunter’s Wives magazine and I could imagine Elly’s Aunt
gutting a fish or skinning the bounty of the hunt.
Soon a little urchin appeared and was grinning manically at Elly. He held out a
grubby paw to me which I shook and then nodded and smiled at him. His head
slopped off the left and he had a weird sound to his pronunciation. All the
emphasis was in the middle and it sounded like he was vomiting his words
rather than speaking. As we entered the room where the TV was playing, Elly’s
Uncle looked up and smiled. He was laid out across the couch and suddenly
rose to meet us. We shook hands and I admired his quiff. It may have been
stylish in his youth but now it had the unmistakable style of faded Dad. I bet he
loved to get up and dance at family parties as well. He said something to Elly
and motioned to me. They both laughed and then she took out Andrew’s
picture.
“What was so funny?” I asked.
“He asked who was pregnant, me or you.” She said.