My aunt Cicely was singing in the kitchen. Of her love. At least, that’s what my mother said.
“For Uncle Jeremy?” I giggled. It was hard to imagine Uncle Jeremy as anyone’s love. He was old for one thing, almost fifty. And had very little hair and a lot of stomach. And only talked about how many dragons he’d slain in his video game.
“Shhh,” my mother hissed. “He’s in the sitting room, he’ll hear.”
Uncle Jeremy wasn’t to hear? Aunt Cicely had a secret love!
Poor Aunt Cicely! To be married to Uncle Jeremy and love someone else.
All that summer we stayed with them, I often heard Aunt Cicely singing in the kitchen of her love.
I tried to catch the words but couldn’t make head or tail of them.
“…spotted koi, light in the leaves, chocolate chip ice cream, buzzing bees, my sister Marie in her yellow dress, sandwiches with cream cheese and watercress…”
(Marie was my mother.)
Obviously Aunt Cicely was singing in code so Uncle Jeremy wouldn’t understand.
I imagined her love – he’d be tall, with a blond mane of hair and one of those long low sports cars. He’d have a name like Gideon, or Hawk.
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