The Little Red Chairs
“In the adjoining room, Jasmeen would be praying, as she did each night before the altar she had fitted up and decorated with candles, incense sticks and eucalyptus leaves. Each week the leaves were changed.The knocking on their door was thunderous.It was Mistletoe’s father, a stocky man with shaven head, in overalls and short-sleeved vest, Mistletoe standing behind him.‘It is not right … it is forbidden’ are his first words, which he repeats, in a more admonitory tone.‘What is not right … what ...is forbidden?’ Jasmeen asks. Fidelma guesses that it is to do with their little ceremonies in the garden.‘My child is being brainwashed,’ and to prove it, he snaps open a pink suitcase that he has been carrying.‘You see, you see,’ he says and shows a cardigan, two pairs of tights, dresses, pyjamas, Greenie, a small bar of soap and an apple, all the necessities for a journey.The two of them are drawn in purple crayon, voyagers setting out for distant places. Underneath she has written: Mistletoe and Fidelma on a rickshaw Mistletoe and Fidelma join a circus Mistletoe and Fidelma help with the harvest There is also a drawing of a roaring lion, a gaily dressed harlequin on a tightrope, and a clown with tears running down his cheeks.MoreLess
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