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The Christmas Eve Worker Part Five
By Silly Sissy Sarah
- Sarah's words -
Hello, everyone! Sorry that I broke my promise. This part is not
the end of the road for Petra yet. I realized that there're too
many things to stuff into the story. And I'm very sorry for the
long wait that I made you endure. But I'm rather busy nowadays
and hence, I'm writing only a few lines everyday. Please forgive
me and enjoy the story.
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"There! You look good enough to eat!" Alice commented. She stood
a step back to admire her work. She volunteered to redo my
ruined makeup since I was totally new to these cosmetics stuff.
Looking at the mirror, I saw myself in the image of an
adolescent girl. There was only a slight hint of foundation on
my face. But my eyelids were highlighted with pink sparkly eye
shadows that glittered when I fluttered my mascara-coated
eyelashes. Alice had layered my pale pink colored lips with a
lip-gloss, which gave them a wet, glossy appearance.
Alice crossed her arms and stated, "I thought you looked a bit
mature with the previous makeup. This style suits you better!"
I was mesmerized by my new look. Previously, my mom had done a
fine job on my face but the makeup I had was somewhat
conservative. My face seemed more vibrant and youthful with
Alice's handiwork.
In a dreamy state, I turned my pretty head left, then right with
my eyes affixed at my reflection. I feigned a pout, and then
winkled my cute button nose. I did an innocent face with my big
eyes wide opened and blinked twice purposely. The blonde girl in
the mirror imitated all my expressions. She looked so cute and
pretty! Geez, she would have been the girl of my dreams! But
now, it felt a little bizarre that I am my own dream girl.
Ashley stood next to me. She was reapplying mascara on her long
eyelashes. She stole a quick peek at me and mentioned
nonchalantly, "My dear little sister, you're going to hit your
pretty nose on the mirror if you look any closer."
With her comment, I became very conscious about myself. I
blushed to a very deep red when I thought of my self-admiring
session a while ago. It was so embarrassing to be caught doing
those girly things! Well, I wasn't really 'caught' in the act.
It was more likely in the case that I forgot about their
presences.
"You're such a girl's girl! Petra!" Alice blunted laughingly. "I
think I need to learn a trick or two from you!" She immediately
proceeded to wrinkle her nose repeatedly.
"Stop digging at me!" I stomped my foot in the agony of
embarrassment. I swore that you could fry a sunny-side-up in
milliseconds on my burning face. Burying my face in my palms, I
turned my back sharply against the girls. This caused my skirt
to swish loudly. Oh darn it, I wish there's a burrow I can hide
inside now!
"Aww, there's no need to be ashamed of being vain," Alice said
impishly as she hugged me from behind. "We girls always do that.
Right, Sis?" I didn't feel very comfortable when she said that.
Ashley ignored her mischievous twin's question. She reminded,
"Come on, girls! Aunt Jessica is waiting!" Oops! I totally
forgot about my mom!
We stormed down the old staircases in double-quick steps. The
flight of wooden planks creaked noisily, as if they threatened
to fall apart if we didn't stop abusing them. "I'm first!" Alice
claimed. She jumped over the door ledge and landed on the
dinning room's tiles with a loud thud. She wasn't very concerned
about how high her skirt bounced around her hips.
My mom was carrying a stack of plates out of the kitchen at that
moment. She remarked, "That was not very ladylike, Alice. You
don't want boys to find out about the color of your knickers, do
you?"
"Sorry, Aunt Jessica. I'll remember that," Alice said
regretfully. Her hands smoothed the back of her skirt
unconsciously. I sniggered happily at her misfortune. Good old
Mom, got one back for me. She deserved it for teasing me back
there in the bedroom. She heard my muffled giggle and turned
back to stick her tongue at me. I showed mine in return.
Mom spotted it, "Petra, you too! Behave yourself."
"Sorry, Mom." I hung my head low. Mom looked closer and asked,
"Is that new makeup on your face?"
I stammered, "Yeah, erm it's because " I couldn't say that it
was because I confessed my girl feelings to the sisters and had
a good cry about it, which ruined the makeup. Ashley threw me a
lifeline in the nick of time. She answered, "Yes, it's because
Alice saw a new makeup technique in the magazines and wanted to
try on Petra. She didn't want it, but my sister insisted."
Alice was surprised about Ashley's reply. She mouthed a big
'ME?' behind my mom. "Is that true, honey?" she cocked her
eyebrow a little. I vowed with a very innocent look, "It's true,
Mom."
Mom turned around to lay the plates on the dining table. She
stated, "Well, I'm not against it anyway. You looked very nice,
dear." I blushed bashfully at her comment. I smiled coyly to
myself. As soon as mom went into the kitchen, Alice charged over
to Ashley and me. She pinched mercilessly on our arms. Ouch!
Alice seethed, "You! You owe me one for that!"
I felt bad about it and apologized, "Sorry, Alice "
"Just kidding! We are sisters, remember?" she nudged me a little
on my bruised arm. In return, I gave my heartfelt smile and
squeezed her arm lightly. Ashley grabbed her own arms and
shivered, "Eww, you two are so mushy! Am I watching some soap
drama or what?"
Before we could protest anything, Ashley briskly made her way to
the kitchen. We hastily followed her to carry all the food out
to the dining table. I was ordered to take the large bowl of
salad. Mom didn't trust me with the heavy dishes. She said I had
weak arms and wasn't any stronger than my cousins. I certainly
disagreed with her as I told her that I carried much heavier
stuff at the boutique. The twins weren't tasked with the heavier
food either. Alice and Ashley each carried a pan of steaming
pumpkin pie.
Aunt Jasmine warned, "Girls, move out of our way quick!"
We scampered aside, making way for Aunt Jasmine and Melissa. The
two strong ladies carried the huge roast turkey straight from
the oven to the dining table in one breath. The aroma coming
from the browned turkey was simply breathtaking. It's probably
the cranberry sauce. Grandma Serena always insisted on using her
homemade cranberry sauce. She never believes in those
supermarkets' ready made stuff. Heck, she even slaughtered the
turkey herself! I saw it once. Believe me, it's not a sight to
behold for those folks with weak hearts.
While we worked ourselves to the death, the men relaxed in their
comfortable seats. They were enjoying the Christmas shows on the
television. I asked my grandmother, "Why don't you get Dad and
the guys to help us?" My Mom and aunts roared with laughter. I
was very puzzled by their huge reactions to my question.
Grandma Serena chuckled, "Men! Never let them into the kitchen.
They only make a mess out of everything!"
Aunt Samantha agreed, "That's right! We'd be busier clearing
their mess than cooking the dinner."
'Oh, I see But wait a minute! I'm a guy! Beneath this female
finery, I'm still a man. Am I not considered a man? Not even a
boy to these women?' I thought. I studied their expressions
carefully. They certainly didn't think my presence invaded their
sanctuary. Yes, it's true. To them, I'm just one of the girls
helping her mommy and aunties with their kitchen chores. I
shuddered a little when I thought of my future prospect of being
a guy. How would the rest of the world see me?
Just as I was deep in my thoughts, I heard a crying in the
bedroom beside the dining room. It was Melissa's baby son, John
Stevens. He was bawling very badly. Melissa called her husband,
"David! Can you go check on the baby?"
"In a minute! I can't miss this part now! Can't you do it
yourself?" David shouted back. Melissa was furious and yelled,
"Don't you know I'm busy? Go and look after the baby NOW!"
"Okay! Okay! I'm going!" I heard a lot of grouches in his voice.
Little Johnny was still hollering in his ear-piercing cries
after some time. Apparently, his father was stuck to his seat
all this while. Melissa began to untie her apron knot and
mumbled, "Men!"
I tapped on her shoulder lightly. She turned around and saw me.
She said with a little annoyance, "Petra, what is it? I'm busy
right now. You know, the baby."
"I'll help you take a look on John if you don't mind," I
volunteered shyly. Melissa looked skeptical. She inquired, "You
sure? You know how to take care of babies?" Obviously, she
didn't really trust me with her baby. I couldn't blame her at
all. Who'll trust a seventeen years old kid with anything?
I pleaded, "Trust me please, Melissa. If there's anything I
can't handle, I'll call you at once."
She hesitated for a while. She finally agreed, "All right. If
there's any problem, you must shout to me immediately."
"I will," I promised with a smile. I proceeded to the bedroom
and found chubby little Johnny on his baby bed. He was clenching
his tiny fists and kicking his little feet in the air. The sight
was so cute! But the crying was devastatingly thunderous. I
pulled lightly at his pants waistband to peep on his disposable
diapers. Indeed, the little moons and smiling stars had surfaced
on the diapers' wetting detector.
I carefully carried my tiny nephew in my arms. I laid him gently
on a small mattress. Melissa's nursing bag was next to it. There
were some baby wipes and baby powder inside the bag. I replaced
the wet diapers with a fresh pair quickly. I wouldn't want him
to catch a cold.
A few moments later, I exited from the bedroom and returned to
the kitchen. An anxious mother greeted, "So how's John doing? He
stopped crying already."
I answered, "Little Johnny wetted himself. So I took the
initiative and changed his diapers. I'm sorry for not calling
you. I thought I could handle it. He's asleep now."
"Oh! Did you use the baby wipes to clean him and powdered him
properly?" she questioned. "I'm sorry, Petra. Not that I don't
trust you, but I have to make sure about it."
I assured, "Yes, I did all that. I supported the back of his
head too when I carried him in my arms." I gave her that extra
piece of information just in case she asks again.
"Oh, you did?" she looked a little taken back. "How how did
you know all that?"
She asked my mom, "Aunt Jessica, you taught her?"
My mom was equally astonished. "Well, I never teach her anything
about baby care " she denied. "Honey, where did you learn
them?"
"Erm, Mrs. Graham taught me about this stuff," I paused. My
cousins seemed to wonder who Mrs. Graham was. "She's my boss at
the boutique."
"Well, most of our customers are usually those married young
ladies and they bring their babies along with them. My boss
thought I could help to take care of their babies so that they
could shop without a worry. She felt that this little additional
service would help to attract businesses," I explained.
The women nodded as they busied with their work.
I went on, "So, she taught me everything I need to know about
babies. Well, she said that I have talent in it. I guess it's
true because some of the old customers really trusted me. They
left their babies with me alone in the small nursery at the back
of our shop."
"Wow, you're really something!" Melissa praised. I blushed and
murmured shyly, "Thanks, Melissa."
"No, it's me who needs to thank you for changing John's
diapers," she smiled as she shook her head. I responded, "you're
welcome, Melissa."
Melissa was still a little mystified about something. She
queried, "But John doesn't usually quiet down so fast. How did
you pacify him?"
I grinned, "That's a trade secret! I'll be out of business if
it's leaked."
"You little teaser!" Melissa slapped hard on my arm. Alice and
Ashley giggled loudly.
Aunt Samantha cooed, "Aww Petra, you will be a good mommy when
you have babies." She realized her mistake and corrected
herself. "Oops! I mean you will be a good father."
I noticed Mom rolled her eyes and sighed a little. She didn't
say a thing about me.
Alice remarked, "Well I would say that boss of yours really
knows how to exploit her employees. She should pay you extra
salary for the nanny job!"
"Well, she did. She added an extra fifty bucks for it," I
defended Mrs. Graham.
Alice snorted, "Fifty? That's pathetic. I would quit if I were
you. She should give you a hundred bucks more if she has any
conscience. It's no easy task looking after some babies. They
are always wailing, and such a nuisance to everybody. I don't
understand why anyone would want to have babies! And it's
painful to give birth too!"
"All right, the dinner's ready," announced Grandma Serena.
"Alice, why don't you make yourself useful by asking your father
and uncle to join us now?"
After Alice went to fetch the couch warmers, Aunt Jasmine
remarked, "Such a little spitfire, isn't she?" Aunt Samantha
shook her head in misery. She dead panned, "Now you all know why
my hair is graying so fast."
We had another bout of laughter. My stomach began to cramp from
all that laughing. Alice came back as fast as she had left. I
was trying very hard to stifle myself from breaking out in front
of her. She quizzed, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing really," I giggled slightly while I wiped away a tear
discreetly.
She sulked, "Humph! You people must be talking bad things about
me behind my back!"
Dad, Uncle Joe and David wandered slowly into the dinning room.
They were in a heated conversation about something that they
witnessed on the television. Dad stated, "That Jeff fellow
should have won it. But he threw up at the last minute!"
"I don't think so. He's already at his limits. Derrick is the
clear winner. He did it slow but steady. And he won it hands
down, didn't he?" Uncle Joe argued. David backed my father's
opinion, "He only won by a small margin. He was just lucky."
"Dad, what are you talking about?" I asked curiously.
"Pete, you should have watched it. It's the Ultimate Cuisine
reality show. The contestants have to eat some really disgusting
food and the winner walks away with a million dollars," Dad said
with excitement. "Anyway, the two finalists have to swallow ten
thousands live frog eggs. The first to finish all is the
winner."
"Eww, that's totally gross!" Alice yelled. She shuddered as she
imagined how the two guys gulped down the slimy jelly-like eggs.
I decided to tease her further after seeing her unnerving
reactions. I mused, "I wonder if the eggs will hatch. Then those
guys will have tadpoles swimming in their stomachs. And soon,
frogs will be jumping out of their mouths!"
"Eww! You're so sickening, Petra!" Alice shrieked. She almost
jumped out of her skin. Ashley and I had another giggle fit at
her expenses again.
My mom didn't think it was funny. She reproached sternly,
"Petra, we're having the dinner very soon. You want us to lose
our appetites now?"
"Sorry, Mom."
Uncle Joe figured something's amiss. He interrupted, "Wait a
second! Why are you all calling Peter Petra? Peter, what's going
on here?" Upon his query, Dad and David's curious eyes fell on
me. I felt the temperature dropped several Degrees Celsius
around us. Oh boy, here we go again!
Apparently, it seemed that Aunt Samantha only gossiped to the
girls about my latest name. It looks like I have to give a very
reasonable explanation to get myself out of this awkward
situation. Before I could say a word, my mom answered on my
behalf.
She replied, "Well, Petra has only these girl clothes with her
for this Christmas. It's more appropriate to give her a female
name if she's going to remain dressed in them."
"You mean you gave him that name?" Uncle Joe asked again. He
seemed very disturbed about the name I picked for myself. Uncle
Joe was mistaking me as a girl wannabe. He must have thought
that I dressed in girl clothes because I liked to wear them. And
the girl name thing must have further confirmed his presumption.
Mom lied, "Yes, I decided to call her Petra as long as she's
dressed as a girl."
The women and girls kept quiet, knowing that she was taking the
rap for me. I didn't admit it either. I couldn't imagine how
Uncle Joe and Dad are going to react if they knew the truth.
Dad stepped in and tried to make light of the situation. He
joked, "Hey bro, is not like you're the one wearing a dress now.
It is just clothes to me. And besides, he's my son. If I don't
mind, why are you being so bothered about it?"
Uncle Joe was fighting a losing battle since both Mom and Dad
stood by my side. He shrugged and took his seat glumly. I
guessed he somehow accepted it. Dad changed the subject quickly.
He exclaimed, "Whoa! What a spread! The pumpkin pies are my
favorite!"
Grandma Serena clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.
She said smilingly, "All right, everyone! Dinner is starting
now. But wash your hands if you haven't done it."
Everyone proceeded to sit down promptly. Melissa brought John
out of the bedroom. She put her big baby in a tall baby chair
carefully. I purposely sat on the same side of the dinning table
with Uncle Joe. But I was sitting two chairs away from him. It
would be very uncomfortable if we sat face-to-face or next to
each other. I don't think I want to face him for the rest of the
night.
Ashley called to the direction of the bedrooms upstairs, "Saber!
Come! Eat!"
After a while, I heard something heavy running down the
staircase. A large white and black form dashed into the dinning
room. It was a Siberian Husky. The handsome dog had a huge grin
as it panted loudly. It wagged its bushy tail happily at Ashley.
Ashley commanded, "Saber, sit!"
The big dog obeyed its owner's order faithfully. Ashley who sat
beside me, turned to face me. She introduced proudly, "Petra,
meet my dog Saber. He's a Siberian Husky. I adopted him
recently."
"Hi Saber," I greeted frightfully. I kept my waving hand close
to my chest, as I wasn't sure if he would bite me. Those canine
teeth looked very sharp and huge to me. Alice was also sitting
next to me. She said, "Oh Petra! Don't be scared. He wouldn't
bite at all."
"Saber, hand!" She instructed the dog. He lifted his enormous
paw up while staring curiously at me. Ashley urged, "Go on,
Petra. Shake his hand and you're friend."
I hesitated for a little moment before I reached to hold that
furry hand. My fear went away as quickly as it came. It felt
warm and nice to touch. I gave him a firm handshake and greeted
him again. "Hi Saber, please to meet you. I'm Petra. Can I be
your friend?"
I thought I saw Saber nodded his wolf-like head to return my
greetings. Dad disrupted our little meeting anxiously. He said
seriously, "That's a very nice dog, Ashley. But let's say our
prayers now, shall we?"
Unexpectedly, we heard a very loud rumble coming from my dad's
stomach. We laughed hilariously at him. He admitted reluctantly,
"All right, I'm very hungry now. So, can we proceed to the
prayers now?"
Dad led the prayer. Although he couldn't wait to sink his teeth
into the turkey, he did a proper and very long prayer. Dad held
up his glass of champagne and said solemnly, "To Walter Miller,
my beloved father. Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas!" we echoed together as we raised our glasses.
I sipped on my lemonade glumly as I wasn't allowed to drink any
alcoholic stuff. It was a very long dinner, but I wasn't
complaining. There were a lot of chatting and the food was very
delicious. Saber was chomping on his chunk of steamed turkey
chop. I thought it was pretty bland, but Ashley told me that
dogs must not eat salty or sweet food. It's bad for their
health.
Despite the fact I ate very little, I was already quite full. It
was strange because I usually ate a lot more than this amount.
A thought flashed over in my head. It spoke, 'Anyway, you need
to watch your figure now. You're a girl, you know.' Gosh! Where
did that come from? Somehow, I arrived a very weird conclusion
why I am not eating that much. Am I dieting subconsciously
because I thought I am a girl now? Darn it, I must be losing my
mind. I brushed away that funny thought uneasily. I concluded
that my lost appetite was most probably due to the stress built
up inside me. And most of it undoubtedly came from Uncle Joe.
"Thinking about something?" Alice asked. I replied with a smile,
"Nothing, I was wondering why one of Saber's eyes is blue and
the other is brown."
"Oh, that. Most Huskies have either blue eyes or brown ones. But
some special ones have both, like Saber." Alice enlightened me.
She continued to babble for a long time while I listened to her
attentively.
Time does fly by rapidly when you are enjoying yourself. The
dinner was almost finished. Most of the plates were cleared away
to make way for the desserts. Alice, Ashley and I helped to
carry them out of the pantry. There was the rich, fruity
Christmas pudding with brandy sauce, mince pies and pastry cases
filled with a mixture of chopped dried fruit. And of course,
there was the Christmas log cake that my mom bought from
Swedsens bakery.
The dinner ended on a high note when my dad held a mini Ultimate
Cuisine contest. There were plenty of the desserts left on the
table. So, he challenged Uncle Joe and David to find out who has
the biggest appetite. Uncle Joe ate very fast and was leading
the race. Alice and Ashley cheered for him excitedly. I cheered
for my dad who was just slightly behind Uncle Joe. David gave up
when he struggled to swallow his third pudding.
Eventually, Dad overtook Uncle Joe when he finished the last
piece of the log cake. Dad punched his fist in the air when he
was declared the winner. We applauded the bloated belly guys for
their valor efforts to finish up all the food. Uncle Joe raised
his hand to accept our appreciation.
The men staggered back to the living room and the ladies washed
the pots and pans in the kitchen. The twins and I helped to
clean up the dinning table. It didn't take very long as three
pairs of hands were on the job.
I asked my mom, "is there anything else you want us to help? We
have cleaned the table."
"Hmm, your aunts and I can handle the cleaning in the kitchen
ourselves. Go rest and take a shower," she remembered, "oh wait!
You don't have any clothes to change. What shall we do now?"
Alice barged in, "She can wear mine. We're the same size! See?"
She stood next to me, comparing the heights with her hand
hovering above our heads. But my mom was not certain about this.
She asked, "Alice, don't you mind sharing clothes with Petra? I
mean she's still Peter after all."
Alice answered, "No, why would I mind? We're sisters! Right,
Petra?"
I winced at her reply and smiled weakly. Mom raised her eyebrows
suspiciously. I thought she smelled something going on under her
nose. She said nicely, "Oh, is that so? Well, all right then.
You girls go ahead."
Alice took my hand and led me upstairs quickly. Ashley looked
under the table. She called, "Come along, Saber!" The big dog
hurried to his mistress and followed us to the bedroom.
To be continued.
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