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.Holiday company reps stood in bright suits, holding up colour-coordinated clipboards.Bored kids, waiting in the heat for relatives, ran and fought among the feet of the travellers.‘It’s so bright, Mum.It’s making me really squinty!’ Peg threw her head back and practically closed her eyes.A tall, wide-shouldered black man with braided hair that fell to his shoulders and wearing khaki board shorts and a white polo shirt stepped forward.He stretched out his large hands and pulled Poppy towards him.‘Hello, Poppy.It’s lovely to meet you in real life.’ His voice was a rich, deep baritone.‘And you must be Peg.’‘I am Peg!’ She sounded surprised.Poppy stood back and studied the man, her uncle.It was a moment of clarity, bizarre and comforting.In the flesh he was more handsome than the grainy image on Martin’s laptop had suggested; he was smiley and he had Dot’s eyes.‘That’s so weird!’ she gasped.‘What is?’ Simon asked‘You do look like her – my nan, Dorothea.’‘Do I?’ Simon clung to the words, as sweet as nectar.Poppy nodded.‘Yes! Despite being black and a man, you do, you look a bit like my nan.’Simon laughed and scooped up their suitcase as though it were featherweight.‘Come on, let’s get you home.There’s a cold drink waiting for you.’‘That sounds lovely.’ Poppy smiled, feeling quite at home within two minutes of meeting this man.Her deep fatigue was eclipsed by the excitement of having arrived in a new country; it gave her spirits and body a lift.‘How was your journey? Are you feeling okay?’ Simon paused and studied Poppy’s face.‘My mum’s got a horrible bug; she throws up in the night.But I haven’t got it,’ Peg trilled as she looked overhead at the palm trees.‘Oh, I see.’ Simon was unsure how to respond.Poppy shrugged.‘That about sums it up!’Peg piled into the back of Simon’s jeep, while Poppy slowly climbed up into the front seat, every move requiring superhuman effort.‘You okay?’ he asked again.‘Yes, and please don’t worry about me; I look worse than I am.I just need a drink and a spot of rest and I’ll be right as rain.’‘Is that your way of telling me to stop asking if you are okay?’ Simon smiled.‘In a word, yes.’ She smiled back at her uncle.The two newcomers gazed with fascination at the landscape that whizzed by to either side of the steep, meandering road that led eventually to their destination, Rodney Bay.Locals by the roadside nearly all raised a hand in recognition of Simon, who smiled and waved back.Poppy stared at the rickety verandas where families congregated to chat and eat in the sunshine.The thick tangle of jungle vegetation was glossy with raindrops, and crabs the size of frisbees scurried off the road and into the undergrowth at the sound of the engine.More than once Simon had to slow right down in order to veer round a resolute goat, tethered to a tree and standing defiantly in the path of the car.Peg sat forward and ran her hands over Simon’s braids, letting them fall through her fingers.‘Your hair is a bit like girls’ hair, isn’t it?’‘Is it?’ Simon laughed.‘Uh-huh.’ She was quiet for a second.‘My friend Jade McKeever has been to Majorca and she said it was very hot.Is St Lucia like Majorca?’‘Hmmm, I don’t know, Peg, I’ve never been to Majorca.But it’s hot here, so I expect that is the same.’‘She bought these really cool friendship bracelets back and I’d like to buy some from my holiday.’‘Ah, well I’m sure my wife can help you out there.She’s a bit of an expert at shopping!’‘I can see bananas growing on a tree!’ Peg screamed.‘That’s where all bananas come from, Peg.’ Simon chortled.Poppy liked his low, patient tone.‘Not in our house, they don’t.Ours come from the supermarket,’ Peg informed him.Simon let out his deep, throaty laugh.‘Do you still like your wife?’ Peg was on a roll.‘Yes.’ Simon chuckled.‘I like her very much.’‘My mum and dad don’t like each other very much at the moment, that’s why I’m here and not my dad.They used to, but they had a big fight and my mum told him to piss right off and he did [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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