Page 9 of Christmas in Mistletoe
Ruby swept her gaze around the bar. It was compact and bijou, with room for two bar stools and nine tables, along with four keg taps and two wooden pumps. Seven of the nine tables were filled, with all the usual suspects present. Each table had a bowl of peanuts and Twiglets, but Eric had resisted adding tinsel to the optics as yet. Victoria thought you needed to wait until at least November for that. For Ruby, tinsel was an appropriate decoration all year round.
Michael, Dale, and Fran rocked up alongside her, and Ruby made the introductions. The newcomers ordered their drinks, then stood back, looking awkward. Ruby avoided Fran’s gaze, hoping they’d move soon.
Thankfully, Ruby’s parents moved the two empty tables together, then ushered the trio to sit. Now the bar was full to capacity, and their double-table was in the middle. Michael, Dale and Fran were the star attraction, whether they liked it or not. Her mum guided Ruby to the seat next to Fran, before sitting, too.
“How did the church thing go, Audrey?” Mum leaned back on her low stool and almost fell into Audrey’s lap.
“We voted for a midnight mass, and it went through. Good thing, too, the number of hours we all put in at that place. Penny and I were there for two hours this morning, getting it spick and span for the meeting.”
“We’re the god dusting squad, aren’t we, Audrey?” Penny gave the group a wry smile.
“We certainly are, so it’s a good job the vicar listened to us. Now there won’t be a service on Christmas Day in the village. I’ve already told Victoria and Eric they need to stay open until 11.30pm on Christmas Eve, then we can walk over to the church after.”
Victoria pulled up a stool. “That’s against our license, Audrey. We need special dispensation for extended hours.”
“Who’s going to shop you? I defy them. They’d have a whole bar after them, and we can be mean when we want to be.” Audrey raised her voice. “Can’t we, everyone?”
Cheers from every table. That was the thing with The Bar. The tables were all within touching distance, so the whole place could be involved in the same conversation with ease.
“You tell them, Audrey!” That was Norman, who lived opposite the farm and owned the local funeral directors. He claimed to be partly deaf, but had incredibly good hearing when he wanted to.
Mum sipped her drink and smiled at Fran and her parents.
They looked a little stunned.
“You have to come along to the midnight mass on Christmas Eve,” Mum said. “There’s no better way to see Christmas in.”
Michael frowned. “We’re not really church-goers.”
Dad laughed. “You don’t need to be a church-goer. I’ll be there and I’ve no religion. But who doesn’t love a sing-song? It’s all about wetting the baby’s head. The baby being Jesus. We do that in here first, then we sing. It’s tradition. The church went against tradition last year when they banned the midnight mass. They said we were too rowdy.”
“Us! Too rowdy!” Audrey bumped shoulders with Mum. “I told them at the meeting today, I’d give them rowdy if we weren’t reinstated. That Christmas Day mass last year was terrible. Too early and we were all hungover. Get us at our best when we’re in full flow, that’s what I say!”
“And Ruby can sing us a song like she did when she was a teenager!” Sue added, nodding in Ruby’s direction.
Embarrassment blazed up Ruby’s spine. It was true she’d been a singing prodigy when she was growing up, and she’d often led the singing at midnight mass. But it wasn’t for her anymore. Whichever way she looked at it, she couldn’t support a church which didn’t support her.
“My church singing days are over.” Ruby made sure her tone was firm. Any weakness on this and before she knew it, she’d be on the altar with a microphone in hand.
“What about you, Dale and Michael? Any vocal talent? Gay men are normally theatrical, and we welcome fresh talent in the village.”
Ruby winced. Audrey was never going to win any prizes for her tact, was she? Imagine if they were vegan, too. Audrey might combust.
Both Michael and Dale shook their heads with some vigour.
“Not really our scene,” Michael replied. “I can’t hold a note, and Dale’s more a sing-in-the-shower kinda guy.”
There was an uncomfortable moment where Ruby was sure Audrey was picturing that. “What about your daughter? Didn’t you say she was something in music?”
Panic flared in Fran’s bright blue eyes as she shook her head. She ran a flustered hand through her dirty-blond hair. “Oh no, I’m very much behind-the-scenes, not on the mic.” She guzzled her wine. “Besides, I don’t think I’m going to be here for Christmas. It’s a very busy time of year, and I’ve told my boss I’m working the whole time, so I plan to stay in London. Christmas is just another roast dinner, after all.”
Every muscle in Ruby’s body tightened, and she closed her eyes. Had Fran really just said that, to this crowd?
Mum was first to crack. “Just another roast dinner?” Mum’s frown was deep. “It’s certainly not just another dinner in Mistletoe. Not coming home for Christmas is almost a criminal offence.”
Ruby glanced at Fran. “She’s not wrong. When you move here, it’s kinda written into the contract.” Did Fran not like Christmas? Ruby could not compute. It wasn’t a sentence any of the village would utter.
Fran didn’t meet Ruby’s eye. “The final quarter of the year is the busiest time for sales. I don’t make the rules for the record industry. I just follow them.”
