Angel Kiss - Laura Jane Cassidy [24]
I fought my way back through the crowd and arrived with the cups and a fistful of biscuits. Nick was gone, presumably to the bathroom. As I approached our table, Colin, not noticing me coming, pushed his seat back to stand up. It was one of those situations that I could see happening in slow motion, but I was powerless to stop it. I managed to save the tea but the coffee splashed on to my top, turning the white to a muddy brown.
‘Argh!’ I blurted as the warm liquid seeped down my front.
‘I’m so sorry!’ said Colin, jumping up. ‘Are you OK? Are you burnt?’
‘No, it’s fine. Thankfully it’s not too hot.’ I put the tea down on the table. ‘I think I’ll have to go home and change though. It’s soaking.’
‘But the second half is about to start,’ said Colin, clearly upset. ‘Here, you can wear my shirt. No one will even notice.’
Colin pulled off the check shirt he was wearing over the white T-shirt and gave it to me.
‘Oh … OK, thanks.’ Colin was being so nice … I didn’t want him to feel bad about what happened so I took him up on the shirt offer.
I followed the signs for the toilets and arrived at the single cubicle. I joined the queue of five ladies waiting by the lime-green door. In front of me stood a woman and a young girl, probably aged four, with her light blonde hair sectioned into two neat plaits. She was singing quietly to herself while her mother chatted to the woman in front.
‘Miss Jane had a bag
And a mouse was in it.
She opened the bag;
He was out in a minute.
The cat saw him jump
And run under the table
And the dog said –’
‘And, Lisa, how are you?’
The little girl looked up at the woman who was talking to her mother, and now to her.
‘Fine,’ she said sheepishly, and retreated behind her mother’s leg.
‘Ah, someone’s shy!’ said the woman. The girl resumed singing softly.
‘Miss Jane had a bag
And a mouse was in it …’
I was back in time for the second half, wearing the oversized shirt, and clutching my soaking wet top. So much for the perfectly planned outfit. I sat back down beside Nick.
‘I heard Colin didn’t like his frappuccino?’ he whispered.
I laughed but there was no time to respond as Joe tapped the microphone and the hall fell silent.
‘Round six, everyone, pencils ready.’
We huddled closer.
‘What famous song did the Hill Sisters write?’
The three of us looked baffled. Nick squinted his left eye when he was thinking.
‘Arsonphobia is a fear of what?’
And bit the nail on his right thumb.
‘A currier works with which material?’
And he smiled a little whenever he knew the answer.
The atmosphere in the hall was gradually tensing as the teams tried to make up for their mistakes in the first half. We picked up between us in the showbiz round and Nick knew all the answers in the sports round.
‘The final round is a bonus round, double points will be awarded for each question,’ said Joe. ‘Question one: in what year did work cease in the Avarna mines?’
Nick struggled to remember, his head now resting in his hand.
‘How many sheep are currently grazing in Maurice Kelly’s field?’
Colin rolled his eyes.
‘How many times has Avarna won the Tidiest Village title?’
Nick sighed.
‘What is the colour of the doormat in Mary Reynolds’s shop?’
‘Green,’ said Nick and I in unison.
‘Think we’re in with a chance?’ said Nick when Mary had collected the last of the answer sheets.
‘Doubt it,’ said Colin. ‘That Avarna round let us down. No one ever beats Father McCauley and the Eucharistic Ministers anyway.’ He pointed to a table on the other side of the hall where Avarna’s parish priest was looking particularly confident.
‘Sorry again. About the coffee,’ said Colin.
‘It’s OK, don’t worry about it.’ Secretly I hoped I’d be able to get the stain out. It was one of my favourite tops. I rolled up the shirt’s sleeves, trying to make it look a bit girlier.
‘Back in a minute, scuse me,’ Colin said as he left the table.
‘Sorry if this wasn’t very exciting,’ said Nick.
‘What? Are you kidding? I had a great time!’ It had been a lot