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see
you Jeremy “ she said quietly, looking into his eyes.
     
    He took her
hand.
    Then he smiled
at a thought. Maybe they would go and see his mother together.

Chapter
Two
     
     
    Ann-Marie felt
embarrassed. Her mother leaned backwards one leg in the air, the
knee bent, as she strained to pull something out from under the
canopy.
    Ann, her
mother, straightened up with a silver whiskey flask in her hand and
a smile on her face.
    “Mother, you
are not to get drunk,” Ann-Marie hissed.
    “Relax,
Ann-Marie,” her mother instructed. “It’s cold up here half naked,
the whiskey will warm my bones. Do you want some?”
    “No
thanks.”
     
    The Lorry had a
long trailer made up with mushrooms, flowers, carrots and cabbages,
apples and so on, some false and plastic, some real.
    Along the side
the sign in green and yellow read ‘O’BYRNE FRESH FOODS.’
     
    They had been
waiting over two hours at the start point for the St. Patrick’s Day
Parade. Various gaily decorated floats intermingled with assorted
bands from America, the U.K. and various parts of Ireland, plus
antique cars, clowns and trick bicycles.
     
    There was a
general festive atmosphere and crowds of onlookers lined the
planned Parade route. Others less patient walked back along the
queue of floats waiting to depart. Generally there were people
everywhere, children in tow and good-humoured smiles on faces.
     
    The driver
gunned the lorry engine into life as the Parade began to slowly
move out. They would be off soon and it was time to get into
position. On the trailer, resplendent in costume, Ann O’Byrne and
her seventeen year old daughter Ann-Marie both smiled at each other
with excitement as the lorry moved, signalling to them that the
parade was underway.
     
    They were
wearing ankle length cloaks over their scanty costumes and had been
sitting huddled together at the top end of the open trailer,
keeping warm in the chilly March weather. Ann was pleased with the
weather as more often than not it rained on St. Patrick’s day, but
today was bright and chilly, a perfect spring day.
    Ann-Marie
picked up one of the baskets from which it was intended they would
throw fruit to the onlookers as the Parade progressed. As she
walked to the back of the trailer she threw the cloak back over her
shoulders to reveal her long legs and her young lithe, well-endowed
figure. There was a cheer from behind the trailer and a loud
revving of motorbike engines. Ann-Marie had forgotten that her
float was to be followed by the ‘O’Donoghue’s Express Delivery
Service’ and this company had entered a squad of motorcycle
couriers in the Parade.
    Blushing red,
embarrassed, Ann-Marie stopped and turned her back to the
motorcyclists. Her mother grinned at her and threw back her own
cloak to reveal a more mature fuller figure with equally long legs.
This was greeted with more cheers and more revving of engines. Ann
smiled at her daughter.
    “Sure they are
harmless,” she said, “throw them a few bananas.”
    Ann-Marie
recovered herself and took a large bunch of bananas from the float.
She turned to face the couriers. There were six of them, all young
lads in leather gear astride their motor bicycles. Aged between
sixteen and nineteen, they were grinning hugely at Ann-Marie’s
embarrassment.
    “For the
monkeys in the Zoo,” she shouted and threw them a banana each. Four
of them caught the bananas but two had to dismount to gather up
their prize. They were delighted. The wait for the start of the
Parade had left them hungry. To be thrown fruit by a beautiful girl
in a skimpy costume, this was heaven.
    Then the Parade
was under way.
     
    Ann-Marie
O’Byrne had heard her father was to enter the float in the Parade
to advertise the business. She persuaded by her mother to come for
fun, ‘a bit of gas’ as she put it. Laughing her father Michael
O’Byrne had agreed to let them both go on the float. But Dorothy,
her older sister had refused to join them.
     
    Their