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up the bark and carried it back to the house. He was practically skipping back to
the house with the blade wildly thrusting back and forth, I held Elly’s hand for
protection and comfort.
When we went back into the vodka and cake room we saw that Elly’s Mum had
arrived along with another Aunt. Everybody hugged and kissed, then smiled at
me. That was all Elly’s Mother’s side of the family except Marvin who wasn’t
missed. I heard his name a few times during the conversation and each time
Granddad screwed up his face. It made me laugh but obviously Granddad was a
better judge than me and I felt he confirmed my fears. I wondered what he
really thought of the youngest member of the clan.
We had planned to go and see other members of Elly’s family that afternoon
and then return to Warsaw in the evening but her family didn’t want us to leave.
Every time we got up to go they said, “Are you going already?” Even when Elly
got up to use the bathroom they started to say it to her. When she got back from
the toilet there was a hushed muttering and they all looked very pleased with
themselves. I was sat there like a panda trying to work chopsticks.
Suddenly Elly’s Mum spat something out and everybody cheered, Elly looked
surprised and then her Uncle shook my hand, followed soon after by the
simpering mite.
“What’s happening?” I asked bemused.