Tinsel and the Fruit Fetish
It may have took me a while but I finally found what I was looking for to get Molly to speak to me again.
She was sitting reading in the main room where we'd argued a few days before and I decided to dump the huge box of Christmas decorations I'd found on the table with a loud thud. Molly almost dropped her book in surprise when I did and she looked up in annoyance.
"What are you doing, Luce?" She sighed irritably, although her frustration didn't quite reach her eyes for the fits time in three days.
"We're going to decorate the tree for Mum." I beamed at her, pulling open the box lid which had been sellotaped down, "What the fuck are these?"
I peered into the box and pulled out a package of glowing Christmassy coloured apples. Mols raised an eyebrow and joined me in unpacking the various fruit shaped decorations that mum had purchased this year. I don't know why she'd want to decorate the bloody tree with fruit. It's hardly symbolic of Christmas.
"Don't you think you're too old to be decorating the tree," she asked.
"Oh Mol's, don't be so boring, besides your only twenty one."
"Twenty-three." She replied, knowing I was joking about her being twenty-one. I stopped, looking up at her with my most serious face.
"Oh my god, you're twenty-three, that makes me twenty!" I cried before adding sarcastically, "Please, I'm twenty and your only three years older than me Mols not eighty three years older, although, sometimes you act like it."
Molly gently whacked me on the arm and I chucked a stray bit of tinsel at her. It pretty much turned to chaos from there, strands of tinsel getting everywhere and knocking the box full of fruit shaped items to the floor where they scattered in all directions. I grinned.
Finally it felt like Christmas