It’s funny, I’m just doing the last read through of ‘Daughters’ before it goes on-line. and there are bits I’d already forgotten writing. As you know, the books in the series all have first person narrators, usually either Hazel Fauld, or Tina Burns. Tina is a quite a down to earth young lady, but Hazel has an impish sense of humour that I’ve come to love, as here:
‘The complete Fauld clan in full flow could be pretty daunting if you weren’t used to it, or even if you were, to be honest. But Annie breezed in smiling her most beautiful smile and looking like a million dollars just might be able to manage if it had strained every nerve over its appearance. The family, and in particular the Fauld women, had already taken to Colin and he won several more brownie points now by standing to be introduced to Annie, and formally shaking hands with her. Despite a dress cut almost as low as mine, he looked her firmly in the eye not the cleavage, as I might add he had also done with me. That last bit was pretty impressive. I had more cleavage than Annie and Roisin combined, although as I was six inches shorter, mine may have been too far away for him to tell.
“Isn’t he a gentleman?” hissed Grandma to Marty-mum in one of those whispers that can be heard in the next county. “Roshie’s a lucky girl. And Annie’s a real beauty. It’s too bad she’s not a boy, but I suppose if that’s what Haze likes.”
“Mother! Don’t be so tactless,” came Connie’s shocked voice again. But Annie was laughing out loud.
“Why thank you ma’am,” she giggled, “I’m real glad you approve.”
“Well, it’s a good job Deb wasn’t a boy,” teased Marty, “otherwise her pregnancy would have been a lot more complicated.”
“Yes darling, I didn’t mean …..” began Grandma, before realising that she too was being wound up.
“You see what we’ve got planned for Sofie?” Marty giggled to Annie. “Other women our age might have started to think about becoming grandmothers, but we decided to cut out the middle man. This way we can be senile at her boyfriends ourselves, instead of getting someone else in to do it.”
Grandpa almost choked on his tea, whilst Grandma looked at her daughter in mock outrage and Colin tried hard to keep a straight face.’
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Jo Brodie 