My time in the city will soon end. Why? Because in a week my dad is moving our whole family to a small town located in the middle of no-freaking-where. About two days ago my dad came home in a good mood. The big surprise was that he bought two buckets of ice cream! My dad was...is...whatever, he was a dentist and as all dentist dads do, he doesn't hesitate to tell us that "eating sweet things will wreck your teeth faster than the Titanic at the age of thirty"
Sometimes I always wondered if he meant that the Titanic was thirty years old or us?
Later that evening my twin sister, Sue, and I were curled up in a pile of blankets in the living room in front of the television. And by our side was a bowl of caramel popcorn with extra sugar, which Dad for some reason didn't nag us about, and several scoops of Dad's surprise ice cream. I already had my turn for a fantasy show yesterday so we were watching one of Sue's favourite horror shows. As yet another female character was slowly and dramatically murdered amidst screams. The telly suddenly went off
Sue swiftly turned and threw her ice cream spoon in the direction of the telly's plug. Dad sidestepped and the spoon harmlessly bounced off the wall.
Sue pouted "sorry Dad I thought you were a ra...someone else"
Dad glared at her. I picked up Sue's abandoned bowl of ice cream and dug in. The telly might be off but a live performance was about to start. Okay so Sue was often impulsive and dad rarely had the patience for her dramatics. He dropped the plug and walked upstairs yelling for our brother to come down for a family meeting.
Our baby bro, Jerry, by a year and half came down the stairs. Messy haired, pale-skinned and coughing pitifully into a blue handkerchief. He had dark circles around his eyes. But I could tell he'd just been messing with my eyeshadow. Thanks to mum's indulgence, a little cough and bam Sue and I had to do all his house chores while he 'recovered'. If not for the rule the three of us set about not ratting each other out I would have used a baby wipe to expose him.
He plopped down on the couch behind us.
"Is...is that ice cream?"
"No, it's frozen baby powder in a bowl" Sue rolled her eyes, she was still glaring at the dark telly
Jerry yelled, "Daaad the DTs are eating ice cream!"
DT meaning double trouble is the nickname Jerry gave Sue and me on the first Halloween we decided that he was old enough to be pranked. It wasn't funny...for him anyway. I sighed in my mind 'so much for not tattling.
Sue threw the remote in her hand at him "Idiotic fool dad bought it for us"
Jerry looked momentarily surprised then he said: "okay first...rude and second..." he lunged for our bowl "gimme some of that"
I raised my leg and kicked him back unto the couch. "No ice cream for you young man you're sick and delirious with fever you should have some scalding hot broccoli soup instead" I tried to imitate mum's doctor voice.
"Okay first eww second double eww"
Sue placed her feet on the t.v screen "will you stop with the lists already"
Jerry didn't reply. While we were talking he had somehow snuck the ice cream bowl into his lap and was stuffing himself silly.
Dad returned and sat on the single settee
"Let's start," he said
Sue interrupted "aren't we waiting for mom?"
Dad shook his head his ponytail swished along "no she already knows and she agrees with my decision"
I stared at him suspiciously "what decision?"
He smiled at us "I just got a new job as the head of a clinic, and I'm gonna take it"
The three of us cheered
Me: "Fantastic"
Jerry: " Cool"
Sue: "more moneeeeyy"
Dad chuckled nervously "I'm glad you're happy, but that's only one part of the good news"
"What else?"
"Well...we...are moving!...yay" he grinned sheepishly
Sue said a bad word.