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Chapter 9
Quietly dozing in the lovely summer afternoon's heat, the butterflies
dancing around the lavender bushes, the bees searching for honey and the
drone of myriads of insects it is all still just as surrealistic and
impossible to understand now as it was at the very beginning....
Still puzzling over the deeply unsettling dream I'd had last night, just
as I was locking this diary into a hidden compartment in my desk together
with the small black box and Christmas card with its strange message "For
sure t'is not Finnegan", I'd looked up to suddenly see Siobhan dressed in
a lovely long white summery dress underneath a white parasol, strolling
in from the garden holding some freshly picked flowers looking more
spectacularly ravishing and goddess like than I'd ever seen her before.
For her lovely heavy blonde hair now reaching down to her knees the
length she had always wanted, was parted down the middle creating an oval
frame around her face in the same manner 18th Century oval gilt frames
surrounded oil portraits of ladies of fashion which all suited her to
perfection.
Quietly moving round behind me she softly put her arms around my neck and
passing the fragrant flowers gently to and fro under my nose, whispered
what was I doing that could possibly be so important on such a lovely day
as this and began gently kissing my neck.
How could I possibly continue to doubt this exquisite and gentle loving
girl as being anyone else than my very own Siobhan I pleaded once again
to myself?
Yet still the dark worms of doubt so long established at the back of my
mind refused to be silenced.
For increasingly throughout these last few difficult weeks it had become
harder and harder to sustain my deep love for her and why I simply dare
not continue leaving things the way they were, as it was an almost dead
certainty that Brendan was still lurking in the background somewhere,
always on the alert and ready to pounce at the slightest sign of
hesitation or weakness on my part. I knew him far too well....
Worst of all how much Siobhan might have already started succumbing to
his influence, otherwise why else had she suddenly started saying out of
the blue that I should write a play about the wee folk as it was
completely unlike her?
Slowly however the sudden closeness of her obviously genuine warm
femininity, the intoxicating perfume of her soft skin, the softness of
her long hair all mingling with the gentle fragrance of the flowers soon
broke through the gathering dark clouds of doubt touching and reassuring
me deeply.
Suddenly I knew instinctively that this was the right moment that it was
now or never and make or break, and getting up gently pulled her close
and taking a deep breath murmured...
"Siobhan my love do you ever remember someone called Brendan....?"
"No....who was he?" she whispered drowsily, her eyes still half closed as
the afternoon was still very warm. Then when I didn't reply immediately
she quickly put the flowers down her troubled eyes searching deeply up
into mine for an answer.
"Don't you remember anyone by that name?" I said my hopes rising....
"No nobody at all..." She paused then frowning she whispered, "But why?
Tell me please darling as you're beginning to worry me...."
"Oh it's nothing important my love, I'd just been thinking about an
interesting dream I'd had last night about the wee folk, and I thought
Brendan would be a nice christian name for the lead character in our
short new play. What do you think?"
"Mmmm...." she said her face clearing. "....yes....yes I like it. There's
something familiar about it, yet at the same time it strikes a very dark
chord deep within me. You know sometimes lately Finn my love I'm
beginning to wonder how you can know all these things? Perhaps because we
are both fair haired and different, or is there something you're not
telling me....?"
I caught my breath sharply mortally afraid I might have pushed things too
far as even now things could still go very wrong indeed, and that if I
wasn't absolutely careful I might even risk losing her to Brendan
again....perhaps this time for ever.
Suddenly her eyes closed as she began softly chanting words in a language
I'd never heard before, certainly it wasn't Irish Gaelic which I knew
slightly more like that crazy old Father Christmas' language I'd heard in
the arcade.
Then slowly her eyes opened again as she began to smile that same
hesitant shy smile up at me that I'd immediately fallen in love with when
I saw her for the first time in the firm's restaurant.
Then gently putting her hands into mine and standing on tip-toe she gazed
long and deeply into my eyes, the wonderful difference being that this
time I knew for certain I could see Siobhan alone and no-one else!
That same impish and wonderful spirit I had sensed and instantly loved
the very first moment I had set eyes on her...
Then her eyes and smile becoming very mysterious almost saintly, she
motioned me to kneel down in front of her and gently placing both hands
on my head, she miraculously reached and removed those long dark worms of
doubt out of the depths of my soul at last!
Time stood still....
Then suddenly overwhelmed by an ancient feeling of shared immortal love
the Magic Ring of Change appearing on my left hand, I gently raised
Finnegan's chin and looking deep into Siobhan's twinkling eyes
whispered....
"I am Siobhan Brenda O'Hara my dearest, for sure t'is not Finnegan Casey
any more. Knowest thou this that Brendan and his family now rest in
eternal peace within my parent's realms and shall never ever doubt thee,
I or our people again...."
* * * The End * * *
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