SUMMER HOLIDAY PLANS

CHAPTER 6, A FAMILY AFFAIR

B. THE BOSTONIANS

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7. Klok Veenstra

8. Blue Train. Blue Moon

In Summer Holiday Plans you will for the first time meet Janet and Santie's family. All four children are now teenagers. Insults fly in Chapter Six as they trade brilliant riposte at a family breakfast.

‘We never go anywhere on holiday,’ said Storm angrily. The redhead was in one of her teenager moods.‘What nonsense, Storm,’ said her mother, Janet Twycross. ‘We had a week last summer in the Eastern Cape. Remember, at Storm’s River?’‘So boring. There was nothing to do except walk along those stupid rocky beaches. Not even anywhere to swim.’‘Storm, Storm’s River! Hey, was that just a coincidence, or was that a coincidence?’ asked June.Janet shot her eldest daughter a smile. ‘On the ball this morning, June. Yes, well, um …’ She hesitated.Santie Veenstra cut in. ‘Your mum was very preg when we went on that family holiday, Storm. You three won’t remember it,’ she said, turning to the other teenagers. ‘You were too young, but you, Storm,’ she said, turning back to their youngest, ‘were born about three weeks after we got back from Storm’s River. We so loved that holiday, that we decided to name you after it.’ ( Summer Holiday Plans )

‘Family holiday, huh! We five, with Storm in there,’ said June with a laugh, pointing at her mother’s tum. She is tall like her mother, nearly twenty but, unlike Janet, a little plump in the wrong places. Her hair is long and striking like her mother’s, hanging loosely around her shoulders, though with rather darker natural streaks in contrast to Janet’s platinum blonde.Sunday morning breakfast was usually a happy family time. The girls picked at some fruit and a little muesli. Anyone watching the lads would think they hadn’t eaten for a week. Prodigious quantities of cereals, eggs on toast and pork sausages were being shoveled down the hatches. At breakfast they often planned an outing during the holidays if the weather was fine, or they would argue over which movie to go and see if it was indifferent. Sometimes they would do a jazz concert, and occasionally even a classical. Carlo played the cello rather well, though he had no ambitions in that regard. It was pure hobby. He had been planning to be a lawyer like his mother, until a favourite teacher had suggested he should consider medicine. Unfortunately he had missed the first cut for Medschool, though he had been invited to a second interview on the strength of his strong final matric results. The children had been brought up with good catholic tastes, though one of the children usually complained, whatever the decision. Breakfast in their pajamas was allowed on Sunday morning, but both boys were showered and casually dressed in shorts and old T-shirts. Carlo got up and put more bread in the toaster. His red-headed half-brother Trek sat scratching behind his ear. ( Summer Holiday Plans )

‘What’s the matter with you, Trek? You look like you’re all hung over, or something, this morning.’‘Oh, shut up, Storm. I’m trying to make up my mind whether to go and squeeze more oranges, or just pour a cup of tea.’‘The only important decision you will make today, huh!’ Turning to her mother, she said, ‘Bah, fancy naming me after a river. Why didn’t you call him, Orange?’ Storm pointed at her red-headed brother. ‘And him Umkomaas,’ she said turning to her thickset brother. ‘Your hair is about the same colour as that muddy water, Carlo!’ ( Summer Holiday Plans )

Neither boy rose to the bait. They are a good looking pair, though quite different in appearance. Born three days apart, they recently finished their schooling at a prestigious college in Aston, East Griqualand. Trek is tall and willowy, with a shock of bright red hair, just like his sister, Storm’s. Carlo on the other hand is broad and powerful, and very dark, almost black hair like Santie’s. About the only similarities between them is an unusually prominent forehead, and deep-set dark blue eyes. ‘Get out of bed on the wrong side, this morning, Storm?’ was all Carlo had to add, grinning at his younger sister. He had learnt not to let Storm get under his skin. ( Summer Holiday Plans )

Trek, on the other hand, enjoyed giving his kid sister a rough ride. ‘Must be that time of the month again, eh, Storm. Tough being a female. Next month we’ll remember not to invite you to Sunday breakfast.’‘That’s enough, Trek. You can thank your lucky stars you don’t have our problems once a month. Please apologise to your sister,’ said their mother.Trek was contrite but his sister did sometimes go over the top. ‘Sorry Storm, I take that back.’‘That holiday wasn’t so bad, Storm,’ said June. ‘Remember, we saw the Big Tree , and walked in those forests and the guys bungied from that bridge.’‘Big tree, big deal. We didn’t even get to see Big Foot .’‘You could have bungied too, if you weren’t so chicken.’ Trek gave his kid sister a gentle punch on the shoulder. Usually the two red heads were very close, but Storm was in no mood for her brother’s teasing. ‘And we did go to Addo, if you remember,’ June added.Storm went on: ‘All my friends from school go on long holidays at Christmas. Thandi’s in Switzerland with her parents, skiing, and Suzie’s in the Comores on one of those dream, dazzling-white beaches. And Julie …’Carlo cut in. ‘Poor little rich girls. Listen, I have to go for that interview in Cape Town. Why don’t we do something original, like cycling to the Cape for a holiday. Then, after my interview is over, we could spend a week at Hermanus watching the whales and there are even some nice dazzling white beaches for you girls to catch a few rays!’ ‘Very funny,’ Storm scowled at him.‘And you were very aptly named.’‘You don’t make a bad jackal yourself!’ Storm retorted. It was a stale family joke.‘Oh, shut up you two. What’s the matter with us all this morning?’ said June. ‘That’s not such a bad idea, Carlo, but I have a better suggestion.’ She leafed through the new edition of Cosmopolitan. ‘There’s a nice holiday package being advertised here. Take the Blue Train to Cape Town, spend a week at a glam Timeshare on the beachfront at Blauwbergstrand, and then fly back home to Johannesburg. There’s even a car thrown in for nothing as a sweetener.’ ( Summer Holiday Plans )

Storm leaned over the table, grabbing the magazine from her elder sister.‘Reading Cosmo again, June,’ taunted Trek. ‘Isn’t that the one with the Ten Sizzling Sex tips? You just want to go to Cape Town to see …’June blushed a deep crimson. She stood up abruptly and leaned over the table, staring at her kid brother in the face. ‘Don’t you ever talk to me like that again!’ she yelled, giving him a stinging slap on the cheek.( Summer Holiday Plans )

Janet stood up abruptly, scraping her chair loudly. ‘You asked for that, Trek, and you, young lady, need to find better ways of dealing with vulgar men. I will not have this kind of behaviour at our dining room table. Will you both leave the table, immediately, and settle this in the Family Room. You, Trek, had better start with a very earnest apology to you sister. We’ve had enough of you and your rudeness this morning. First taunting Storm and now this! Get out. Leave!’ Janet pointed angrily to the door. June fled in tears with a contrite Trek a few steps behind her. He knew he had gone too far. In any case, June wasn’t the sort to sleep with her new boyfriend.( Summer Holiday Plans )

For several minutes the only sounds at the diningroom table were the clinking of teacups and munching of toast. Muted sounds of tears and angry voices came from beyond the Family Room door.Storm pushed the glossy magazine across to her mother. ‘That’s not a bad looking holiday, I must say. You can count on my vote, and you two guys can save Moms quite a lot of money by cycling to Cape Town,’ she grinned at Carlo. Although she never said much about it, Storm was the only one quite unreconciled to having two mothers. ‘If we can afford it,’ she ended, rather viciously, looking at the bottom line. ‘That wasn’t necessary, Storm. It’s rather tiresome, in fact. You know we can afford it, if we choose. It’s not a matter of the money,’ said Santie.‘And I’m tired of having you for a father, thinking you should always be correcting me.’ Storm stared arrogantly at Santie, challengingly. ‘Storm, how can you say that? You too can apologise. This minute!’ Janet was fed up with her three children. Instead, Storm stood up, sullenly stalking from the table without another word.‘Do you think we will ever be a happy family?’ said Santie.‘I suppose that is a desirable destination.’ said Janet with a sigh. ‘No, after this morning, I don’t think we will ever arrive anywhere happy until these brats leave home.’‘Of course we’ll get there. We are there,’ said Carlo quietly. He’s the dark one, not usually having much to say, but when he did, people always listened. ‘Aren’t we living and loving, and either playing or fighting the odds with each other? That’s what happiness is.’‘No pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?’ asked Janet, smiling at their handsome son.‘It’s like that guy said on the telly last night. We’re continually hunting for some missing link, until it finally dawns on us, that we are the missing link! This is all the happiness that I am expecting.’ As an afterthought, Carlo added: ‘Well, a pretty girlfriend wouldn’t go amiss!’ He reached for the magazine. A half slice of toast later, he ventured: ‘Very nice. You’ve got my vote too,’ continuing, ‘Storm’s right, Moms. It’s not cheap.’ ‘Shall I wash the dishes this morning?’ Janet and Santie looked at him appreciatively.( Summer Holiday Plans )

‘Just like old times,’ said Janet looking at Santie across the table after Carlo had gathered up the dirty plates and cups, and they could hear him splashing at the kitchen sink. ‘Just you and me.’Santie smiled back. ‘Weren’t they a bunch of little wasps this morning?’Janet nodded. ‘I’m sorry about Storm’s outburst. I’ll speak to her.’‘It’s okay. It is tough for them having two mothers and no father. I can understand her frustration.’ ( Summer Holiday Plans )

Both women are in their mid forties. Santie has already showered and is dressed in a bright blue kimono, her favourite colour, with an intricate gold-embroidered Chinese pattern. Her thick, curly, almost black hair, hangs loosely to her shoulders. A very handsome, rather than beautiful woman, most people would say. Janet on the other hand is still in her pink dressing-gown, her long blonde hair knotted in a high pony tail. They pore over the glossy magazine together, finishing up the dregs of their tea.‘What do you think?’ asked Janet.‘Storm’s got a point. It is over a year since we’ve had a proper holiday. Let’s do it.’‘Shall I book? When should we go?’Santie nodded. ‘Yes, go ahead. There’s a website here for reservations. If there’s a vacancy I suggest next weekend? I don’t have any heavy commitments at the moment.’( Summer Holiday Plans )

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