Rosie

karol tiler By karol tiler, 8th May 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Rosie was a bit eccentric much to the disgust of her daughter's future mother in law. But at the wedding, Rosie was the star.

The Meeting

“What are we going to do about the problem with your mother?” asked Mike.
“Why, what’s wrong with her?” Wendy asked him.
“Be serious Wendy, you’ve got to admit, she’s an embarrassment.”
“That’s not true,” said Wendy, defending her, “She’s a little eccentric that’s all.”
“Off her trolley more like.”
Wendy turned to him, “Don’t be horrid Mike, I don’t say things about your mother.”
“No, because my mother’s normal, sane.” Mike got up from the table, “I’ll get us another drink,” he said.
‘Oh, dear,’ thought Wendy. ‘Mike’s right, mother can be a little odd at times.’ But Wendy loved her mother, and didn’t like to hear other people critising her.
Mike and Wendy would be getting married in four weeks time. They’d decided to have a small wedding for just family and a few close friends.
Everything was arranged, but whenever they started discussing guests, Wendy found she was always sticking up for her mother.
There was nothing wrong with Rosie. She just had some funny ideas. Sometimes her mouth didn’t synchronise with her brain, and she would come out with funny things.
She talked to her fish and the cat, and the gnomes in the garden. But some people could be unkind and they just didn’t understand her.
Wendy did, and so had her father. When he was alive, he had loved and protected her. But he’d died from a heart attack three years ago, and now ,Wendy felt that she must do the same.
Mike came back with the drinks. “Wendy I love you, I think your mother is lovely, but I can’t help but wonder what she’s going to be like at our wedding.”
“She’ll enjoy herself.” Wendy replied.
“So she should. But have you any idea what she will be wearing. Have you given it the once over to make sure it’s suitable?”
“No, mum has said that she’s got half the outfit and would get the rest later. Don’t be such a snob,” she told him. “We can’t afford to live in a big house like you, and my mother can’t afford to buy designer clothes the way your mother can.”
“I know, but she could make them all match,” he said.
“She likes a bit of colour.”
Mike ran his hands over his face, they finished their drinks and left the pub. Mike drove Wendy home. When he stopped outside her house, he kissed her and said, “Wendy I love you, I just want our day to be special that’s all.”
“And so do I.”
“I’ve had an idea. Why don’t we cancel everything here, and get married in China?”
“Why China?”
“Then there’d just be you and me.”
“Mike, that’s not funny.” She shouted at him, got out of the car and slammed the door. She marched up to her door and went in without turning round to say goodnight.
She went to her room and sat on the bed. Mike was being unfair about Rosie, she thought. His mother was the sort that had everything colour coordinated. She would only drink from china cups and cut glass. She would never be seen without her make up on, no matter what time of day it was.
Rosie on the other hand, seldom wore make up. She drank from earthenware mugs and her clothes never matched, but they were always clean.
Wendy remembered the time when Rosie had met Mike’s parents. They’d arranged to meet at a restaurant. They were all there except Rosie, as usual she was late, so they had a drink while they were waiting for her.
When Rosie turned up, Hilda (Mark’s mother) looked at her horrified.
Rosie wore a yellow blouse, a pink and yellow jacket. She wore black tights and white shoes. To top it all off, on her head she wore a blue hat with a large feather that threatened to fall over her eyes with a nod of her head.
Rosie saw them and waived, when she got to the table, she said, “hello love, are you waiting for me. Had to make an impression didn’t I?”
Mike’s dad, Dan, asked Rosie if she would like a drink. Rosie nodded her head.
“Pint please.”
“Mum,” said Wendy.
“O.K half then.”
Dan went to the bar looking quite amused, Mike didn’t quite know where to look, and Hilda looked as if she would choke any minute. No one said anything until Dan returned from the bar.
“Here’s your drink Mrs………”
“Oh call me Rosie duck, everyone else does.”
“Right then Rosie,” said Dan, “I’m pleased to meet you.”
“Are you looking forward to the wedding?” She asked him. “I like a good old knees up.”
Hilda opened her mouth to speak, but nothing would come out.
“Mum, I told you that we’re only having a quiet wedding,” said Wendy.
“Alright love, I know. But we’ll still be having a bit of a dance won’t we? You know I like to do that twist.”
“Yes mum.”
Throughout the meal, the conversation was stilted, but Rosie was blissfully unaware of any tension. Hilda just didn’t know what to make of her, she had never come across anyone quite like Rosie before.
As they finished their meal, people started looking out of the window. There seemed to be some sort of commotion outside the door.
When the waiter came to serve the coffee, Mike asked what was going on.
“It’s just some students sir,” he said. “It’s their annual rag week, where they raise money for a local charity. But there was a streaker among them.”
Rosie jumping up said, “Ooh a streaker, let me have a look, did anyone see what he was wearing?”
Wendy and Dan looked at each other and burst out laughing. But what Rosie had said was totally lost on Mike and Hilda.
Dan got up from his chair, still smiling, he said, “Let me get you another drink Rosie.”
“Don’t mind if I do, half pint don’t last long does it?”
Hilda turned to her, “Do you have your outfit for the wedding yet Rose?”
“Some of it, I’ll get the rest nearer the time.”
“But it’s near the time now.” Hilda replied.
“Well, as long as Wendy looks nice, it’ll be O.K.” Then she turned to Dan and said, “your boy is getting a good’un ‘yer’ know.”
“I know, and I’m sure they’ll be very happy.”
“They will. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I promised to take Blanche to the bingo. She can’t go with her legs.” Turning to Wendy, she said, “You don’t mind love do you?”
Wendy shook her head, “No mum, you go, and I’ll see you later.”
Rosie nodded her head, looking at Dan and Hilda, she said, “Nice to meet you both,” and she left.
After Rosie had gone, Hilda let out a long sigh of relief. Dan turned to Wendy and said, “I like your mother Wendy, she’s quite a character.”
“Yes, she is.”
Another half hour passed and Wendy decided that she would leave, she told Mike that she wanted an early night and would call him later.
When she’d gone, Hilda said, “Oh Lord, that dreadful woman. Did you see the way she was dressed? Heaven knows what she’ll turn up at the wedding in.”
“She’s O.K mum, really,” Mike told her. “Wendy will make sure she’s decent.”
“She drinks pints.”
“She’ll be a match for Bert then,” said Dan.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Hilda said indignantly. “Robert would never get involved with the likes of her.”
Dan sighed, “Hilda, Bert’s a rogue, a lovable one, I’ll grant you, but he is just as capable of turning up in his slippers and flat hat.”
“Over my dead body.”
Four weeks later, they all arrived at the church with much trepidation, wondering if the day would run smoothly.
An uncle was giving Wendy away and Rosie left the house saying she would make her own way to church.
As Wendy was upstairs getting ready, she’d not seen what Rosie was wearing.
Mike arrived at the church with his best man. All the guests were arriving and taking their seats and he looked around the church, but couldn’t see Rosie.
Hilda and Dan looked over to where the bride’s relatives were sitting, but they couldn’t see Rosie.
“Maybe she’s changed her mind, and she’s not coming.”
“Don’t be stupid,” said Dan. “She’s not going to miss her own daughter’s wedding.”
“Have you see Robert?” Hilda asked.
“Nope.”
“Maybe he won’t show up either.” She said wistfully.
The wedding march began to play, and the entire congregation stood to watch Wendy walk down the aisle. Wendy took her place beside Mike and they said their vows.
A little while later, they were all gathered in the church gardens for the photographs. Hilda saw Bert walk over to Mike and Wendy.
He shook Mike’s hand and said, “I want to be the first person to kiss the bride.”
“Uncle Bert,” said Mike. “You look very smart.”
“Scrub up well don’t I?” Then turning to Wendy, he said. “Where’s your mother? I was talking to her in church, but I can’t see her now.”
They looked around and saw a group of people standing to one side of the church, and they were all laughing about something. Wendy nodded in their direction. “I think you’ll find her over there.”
Bert walked over to the group of people, and sure enough, in the centre stood Rosie.
Her hair had been curled for the occasion. She wore a beautiful blue dress, but the yellow jacket she wore, somehow didn’t quite go. She wore nude tights, and pink shoes. But the crowning glory was the hat. It was pink to match the shoes, and it was covered in red cherries.
Mike couldn’t believe the apparition he saw walking towards them.
“I see she made an effort then.” He said sarcastically.
“She’s colourful,” said Wendy, not quite knowing what else to say.
“Here she is,” said Bert. “If you’ll forgive me Wendy, she’s the star of the show.”
“What were they all laughing at mum?” Wendy asked her.
Rosie shrugged her shoulders, “Must be something I said.”
Bert took her arm, “I could do with a drink Rosie.”
“Yes, so could I. A pint would be lovely.”
Wendy looked at Dan, who’d been stood near them, and they both burst out laughing.
Mike said nothing, and Hilda stood open mouthed, watching Rosie and Bert as they walked away.
Dan stood at the side of her, “Shut your mouth dear,” he said out of the corner of his.
The reception was in full swing, people were dancing, and Rosie was dancing the twist with Bert.
Hilda tutted and said, “Look at them both, making a spectacle of themselves.”
Dan laughed, “Hilda, they’re just having a good time. People do at weddings you know.”
When the dance had finished, Rosie and Bert walked over to where Hilda and Dan were sitting.
“This woman can dance me out the door,” said Bert. “I’m fair whacked.”
They stood laughing, and then Hilda gasped with horror. She’d knocked over a glass of red wine, and it had gone all down the front of her dress.
“Oh no,” she cried. “My dress, it’s ruined.”
Rosie jumped up, “Let me help you duck, I can get it out. But we’ll have to go to my house, I can’t do it here.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll go home and change.”
“My house is nearer,” replied Rosie.
“Rosie’s right,” said Dan. “Anyway our car’s blocked in the car park.”
Reluctantly, Hilda agreed to go with Rosie. Within five minutes, they had arrived home and Rosie took her upstairs.
“Now duck, you’ll have to take your frock off so that I can see to it.”
Hilda just stood, she didn’t want to do what this woman asked. But Rosie seemed to understand and handed her a robe.
“There you are duck, it’ll cover you and keep you decent.” Rosie left Hilda in the bathroom, and as she left, she was chuckling to herself.
Hilda removed her dress and put on the robe, looking at it with distaste. It looks as if it’s been used as the dog blanket, she thought to herself.
A few minutes later, Rosie returned, took the dress, and left her in the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, she returned. “I’ve managed to get the stain out, but you’ll have to take it to the cleaners to get it finished off.”
“But I can’t do that now,” Hilda said. “I’ve nothing else to wear.”
“You could always borrow something of mine.” Rosie told her.
“What could you possibly have that I could wear,” she said sarcastically.
“Well let’s have a look shall we. We’re about the same size.”
Hilda followed Rosie into another room, thinking that her worst nightmare had come true. But knew that at this precise moment she had very little choice.
She would borrow something, and then at the first opportunity, she would get Dan to take her home, so she could change.
Rosie opened the wardrobe door, and Hilda couldn’t believe all the clutter.
Rosie was pulling items out one by one, and Hilda was rejecting them as unsuitable.
“This is hopeless,” remarked Hilda. “Let’s face it, we just don’t have the same taste in clothes Rose.”
“Well you’ll have to wear something, or you’ll never get back to the wedding.”
Hilda toyed with the idea of getting a taxi home to change, but that would take too long.
Suddenly Rosie said, “I know, I think I have a dress that might do, I’d forgotten about it.”
She disappeared into another room, and came back holding a dress. It was a beautiful blue dress, of floaty material, and had a matching bolero.
“Here try this.” Rosie said handing it to Hilda.
Hilda looked surprised as she took the dress. “This is beautiful Rose. Why haven’t you worn this yourself?”
“I like to be colourful, it’s not really my style.”
“It must have been your style at one time to buy it,” remarked Hilda. “It must have cost a fortune, this is top class. Thank you my dear, you have saved my day.”
Together, they returned to the wedding. Everyone remarked how lovely the dress was, and Hilda stood as proud as a peacock.
“Yes,” she said, “and it’s all thanks to my friend Rose. She has saved the day.”
Rosie stood at the side of the room watching Hilda mingle with the guests. Dan appeared at Rosie’s side.
“Thanks for helping out Rose.”
“It was no trouble.”
Wendy walked over to her, “Mum, how on earth did you get Mike’s mum to agree to wear that dress?”
“What do you mean? She said it was beautiful.”
Mike, Dan and Bert looked at Wendy puzzled. “Mum, did you tell her that you picked it up at a jumble sale?”
They all burst out laughing. With a twinkle in her eye, she said, “I must have forgot.”
Turning to Bert Rosie said, “Do you feel like dancing again?”
Bert took her arm and they walked onto the dance floor. Dan, Mike and Wendy watched Hilda floating round the room as if she was the queen.
“I think this will be our little secret,” said Dan.
The others all agreed.

THE END.


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Character, Colour, Wedding

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author avatar karol tiler
I am married to Allan. I am a published author and the titles of my books are: Footprints and Out Of The Gutter. I am currently working on my third one.

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author avatar Retired
8th May 2012 (#)

i liked this when you read it out its really fun. thank you.

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author avatar Melissa Dawn
9th May 2012 (#)

Loved it! You write dialogue extremely well! Glad to meet you and look forward to more.

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author avatar karol tiler
9th May 2012 (#)

Thank you so much. I think I am in training to be eccentric, so I relate to women of that ilk. lol

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