Friday, October 10, 2008
Lucy’s seventh birthday was the saddest of all. Despite the decorations and the presents and the huge ninja-rabbit birthday cake made by Kirsty’s Creations in Top Street, Lucy cried her way through the morning.
She managed to dry her eyes long enough to open her presents and enjoy the jelly and ice-cream and party games but a 11:00PM precisely (she was allowed to stay up late specially) her family lined up to say goodbye.
Julie and Felicia gave her big hugs – and Mr. Jasfoup, too – because although they were staying, Lucy would forget what they looked like. Great Uncle Frederick mussed her hair and Devious and solemnly shook her hand. Worst of all was her mother. Gillian remained aloof, giving her daughter the briefest of hugs before turning away.
At 11:11 PM, the very minute she turned seven, Frederick, Devious and her mother disappeared, Julie and Felicia became middle-aged women, Jasfoup became an aging businessman and her father…
…her father stayed just the same, and wiped away her tears.