Family Relations (Part Four)
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Nathan and Max sat on Max’s bed upstairs, discussing what had happened that day.
“He’s kinda odd, you know.”
“Well, yeah, but he’s from Northern Ireland. I think that’s bound to make anyone odd.”
“Yeah. Hey, you still have your laptop with you, right Max?”
“Yup, why? We gotta get up early, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, but I want to look up what dad was talking about last night with Irish nationalism and stuff. Maybe that way we can learn more about Paul, you know? Since I was thinking, it’s odd, but normal to him, right? So how would he know what we want to know?”
Max blinked a few times before nodding. Made sense to him. He went and grabbed his laptop, going to Google.
“So, um, like what? I think there was Irish nationalism before now, since there’s the republic. Maybe we look up modern Irish nationalism? Or like, Northern Irish nationalism?”
“The second, I think, since he’s from Belfast, right?”
They looked with interest as the results came in. And then started to get concerned as they read the links. They appeared to be from both sides, and very biased, but still, very concerning.
“Did you know any of this? I mean, I’d heard about the bombings and shootings and stuff, but nothing about internment.”
“Nope. That suddenly makes some things make sense, though. Like how Uncle Tom could have been expecting to send Paul to his aunt and uncle there, but they got interned. That doesn’t look like something people can always expect. Like, some people might know it is gonna happen, but it doesn’t seem to be the whole case.”
“Oooh!”
“What?”
“Maybe that’s why Paul seems to think you can get arrested for speaking Irish! If Irish is mostly spoken in these nationalist areas, and most of the people interned are from the nationalist areas, then most people interned would know some Irish, right?”
Dinnerbone didn’t think that logic quite worked that way, but it sounded right. And huh, wouldn’t a fourteen year old think that way, as well?
“Huh, maybe. Or at least, maybe that’s what Paul thinks?”
“Yeah. All this stuff, damn. I’m surprised he’s willing to be in England, it’s made to look, like, evil! Or Empirical. Or something.”
Dinnerbone considered this for a moment, contemplating.
“Perhaps he thinks he’s got no choice? He’d have to have been told why he can’t stay with family there, and he obviously can’t live by himself. So, he’d know he has to come here.”
It was apparently Millbee’s turn for contemplation as that caused him to start chewing on his lips thoughtfully.
“Hn. So, you mean. Do you think he’s gonna act out like I did after mam died?”
“Hn. Maybe? But I was like…seven when you came here, I don’t remember much of how you acted.”
“Mae'n ymddangos i siarad Gwyddeleg pan cynhyrfu. Ond os yw'n credu y anghyfreithlon.1 ...or to say, He seems to speak Irish when upset. But if he thinks that's illegal...”
“I...that...okay then. But well, maybe he just would stop talking, instead. I kinda remember you just refusing to talk to anyone for a long while...”
“True. At least he’s been talking, we just gotta make sure he doesn’t freak out so badly that he stops talking, right?”
“Right! Um, damn. It’s getting late. Gonna go get some sleep now, lets hope tomorrow goes well.”
“Ahah, yeah. Tomorrow. Fun. Yup.”
-----
Pyro stared at the door of his bedroom.
It was now seven a.m.
He’d gotten up at 6:45, but he was starting to think he’d misunderstood Uncle Baj. He’d thought that he wanted to be out by eight a.m. but he didn’t hear anyone else awake.
“Well. I’m pretty sure I saw eggs and bacon. So I could probably make at least part of an Ulster Fry2. Yup. Think I’ll do that.”
Pyro laughed to himself softly, before heading to the kitchen.
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Baj woke up at 7:15 a.m. to mild confusion.
“Why do I smell bacon? They’re never up early, and hardly ever sit still long enough to eat breakfast.”
He shrugged slightly before getting dressed and making his way quietly towards the kitchen. If one of them was making breakfast, he didn’t want to go scaring them off, ha!
As he approached the door he heard soft singing coming from inside. He recognized it had to be Paul, so he stopped in the doorway listening, waiting for him to notice he was there.
“Keep on the fight, you volunteers, For God is on your side. That jail won't break their spirits down; They'd just as soon have died. For England knows and England fears, Our fearless Northern Gaels, And that's another reason why, They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail! For England knows and….3 Ohhh! Ní raibh a fhios agam go raibh tú ann, tá mé mar sin leithscéal!4 I, I….breakfast! Have breakfast!”
Baj jerked back, startled at Paul’s reaction to his appearance.
“I…..what did you make?”
“It, um…it’s an Ulster Fry5! I thought you wanted to have breakfast before we left! So, um, I made breakfast. I didn’t hear anyone else, so, ummmm.”
“Oh. I was expecting you to wake up at eight. Um, it smells nice, thank you.”
He wasn’t certain what to do, other than accept the food and try to pretend Paul hadn’t been singing.
-----
Pyro was praying that Uncle Baj would pretend he had never heard him singing. He really hoped so.
“So, um Asda. More clothes. And like, school stuff. And ummmm. Bathroom stuff…”
“Yeah. You can keep your stuff in the bathroom near your bedroom; I’ve got my own master bath.”
-----
Nathan and Max, somewhat surprisingly, woke up at 7:45 and made their way downstairs. Or not so surprisingly, if you followed your nose.
“Oooooo, breakfast!”
“Yes. Paul made it, which was nice of him, hm?”
“Oh, thanks Paul!”
“You’re welcome.”
They both dove in, ignoring the fact that both Paul and Baj were acting extremely awkward.
-----
“Thanks for breakfast, Paul!”
“Yah, that was nice.”
“Ha, you two normally never sit still for breakfast!”
“Aww, we do, if it involved bacon and eggs and stuff. Not oatmeal…”
-----
They all arraigned themselves in the car, in the same way they had yesterday, with Pyro behind Baj, Dinnerbone in the passenger seat, and Millbee behind Dinnerbone.
Pyro looked out the window, watching the scenery go past.
He was contemplating what had happened when he made breakfast. He had no idea how much of the song Uncle Baj had heard. He did know he’d heard him freaking out in Irish, though. Hadn’t he said he could speak that there, though? Just not outside? Maybe that’s why he hadn’t done anything about it.
-----
“Okay, we’re here! We met back up at the main entrance if we get separated, Paul, let’s head over to the clothing first. Grab a shopping trolley6, please.”
With that, they all headed into the store, Paul stopping to grab a shopping trolley before heading back over to Baj.
Today looked like it was going to be an interesting day for everyone, thought Baj.
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Translations and Notes!
1 What he says in English after this is what he was saying in Welsh.
2 Ulster Fry- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Full_breakfast#Ulster . A type of breakfast.
3 A song. Called Crumlin Road, commonly. Found here- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpN7KPE1sEE
4 “I didn't know you were there, I'm so sorry!”
5 As per note 2.
6 Shopping cart. One of the big ones with four wheels on it.
link to part http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/597032.html#cutid1
Nathan and Max sat on Max’s bed upstairs, discussing what had happened that day.
“He’s kinda odd, you know.”
“Well, yeah, but he’s from Northern Ireland. I think that’s bound to make anyone odd.”
“Yeah. Hey, you still have your laptop with you, right Max?”
“Yup, why? We gotta get up early, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, but I want to look up what dad was talking about last night with Irish nationalism and stuff. Maybe that way we can learn more about Paul, you know? Since I was thinking, it’s odd, but normal to him, right? So how would he know what we want to know?”
Max blinked a few times before nodding. Made sense to him. He went and grabbed his laptop, going to Google.
“So, um, like what? I think there was Irish nationalism before now, since there’s the republic. Maybe we look up modern Irish nationalism? Or like, Northern Irish nationalism?”
“The second, I think, since he’s from Belfast, right?”
They looked with interest as the results came in. And then started to get concerned as they read the links. They appeared to be from both sides, and very biased, but still, very concerning.
“Did you know any of this? I mean, I’d heard about the bombings and shootings and stuff, but nothing about internment.”
“Nope. That suddenly makes some things make sense, though. Like how Uncle Tom could have been expecting to send Paul to his aunt and uncle there, but they got interned. That doesn’t look like something people can always expect. Like, some people might know it is gonna happen, but it doesn’t seem to be the whole case.”
“Oooh!”
“What?”
“Maybe that’s why Paul seems to think you can get arrested for speaking Irish! If Irish is mostly spoken in these nationalist areas, and most of the people interned are from the nationalist areas, then most people interned would know some Irish, right?”
Dinnerbone didn’t think that logic quite worked that way, but it sounded right. And huh, wouldn’t a fourteen year old think that way, as well?
“Huh, maybe. Or at least, maybe that’s what Paul thinks?”
“Yeah. All this stuff, damn. I’m surprised he’s willing to be in England, it’s made to look, like, evil! Or Empirical. Or something.”
Dinnerbone considered this for a moment, contemplating.
“Perhaps he thinks he’s got no choice? He’d have to have been told why he can’t stay with family there, and he obviously can’t live by himself. So, he’d know he has to come here.”
It was apparently Millbee’s turn for contemplation as that caused him to start chewing on his lips thoughtfully.
“Hn. So, you mean. Do you think he’s gonna act out like I did after mam died?”
“Hn. Maybe? But I was like…seven when you came here, I don’t remember much of how you acted.”
“Mae'n ymddangos i siarad Gwyddeleg pan cynhyrfu. Ond os yw'n credu y anghyfreithlon.1 ...or to say, He seems to speak Irish when upset. But if he thinks that's illegal...”
“I...that...okay then. But well, maybe he just would stop talking, instead. I kinda remember you just refusing to talk to anyone for a long while...”
“True. At least he’s been talking, we just gotta make sure he doesn’t freak out so badly that he stops talking, right?”
“Right! Um, damn. It’s getting late. Gonna go get some sleep now, lets hope tomorrow goes well.”
“Ahah, yeah. Tomorrow. Fun. Yup.”
-----
Pyro stared at the door of his bedroom.
It was now seven a.m.
He’d gotten up at 6:45, but he was starting to think he’d misunderstood Uncle Baj. He’d thought that he wanted to be out by eight a.m. but he didn’t hear anyone else awake.
“Well. I’m pretty sure I saw eggs and bacon. So I could probably make at least part of an Ulster Fry2. Yup. Think I’ll do that.”
Pyro laughed to himself softly, before heading to the kitchen.
-----
Baj woke up at 7:15 a.m. to mild confusion.
“Why do I smell bacon? They’re never up early, and hardly ever sit still long enough to eat breakfast.”
He shrugged slightly before getting dressed and making his way quietly towards the kitchen. If one of them was making breakfast, he didn’t want to go scaring them off, ha!
As he approached the door he heard soft singing coming from inside. He recognized it had to be Paul, so he stopped in the doorway listening, waiting for him to notice he was there.
“Keep on the fight, you volunteers, For God is on your side. That jail won't break their spirits down; They'd just as soon have died. For England knows and England fears, Our fearless Northern Gaels, And that's another reason why, They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail! For England knows and….3 Ohhh! Ní raibh a fhios agam go raibh tú ann, tá mé mar sin leithscéal!4 I, I….breakfast! Have breakfast!”
Baj jerked back, startled at Paul’s reaction to his appearance.
“I…..what did you make?”
“It, um…it’s an Ulster Fry5! I thought you wanted to have breakfast before we left! So, um, I made breakfast. I didn’t hear anyone else, so, ummmm.”
“Oh. I was expecting you to wake up at eight. Um, it smells nice, thank you.”
He wasn’t certain what to do, other than accept the food and try to pretend Paul hadn’t been singing.
-----
Pyro was praying that Uncle Baj would pretend he had never heard him singing. He really hoped so.
“So, um Asda. More clothes. And like, school stuff. And ummmm. Bathroom stuff…”
“Yeah. You can keep your stuff in the bathroom near your bedroom; I’ve got my own master bath.”
-----
Nathan and Max, somewhat surprisingly, woke up at 7:45 and made their way downstairs. Or not so surprisingly, if you followed your nose.
“Oooooo, breakfast!”
“Yes. Paul made it, which was nice of him, hm?”
“Oh, thanks Paul!”
“You’re welcome.”
They both dove in, ignoring the fact that both Paul and Baj were acting extremely awkward.
-----
“Thanks for breakfast, Paul!”
“Yah, that was nice.”
“Ha, you two normally never sit still for breakfast!”
“Aww, we do, if it involved bacon and eggs and stuff. Not oatmeal…”
-----
They all arraigned themselves in the car, in the same way they had yesterday, with Pyro behind Baj, Dinnerbone in the passenger seat, and Millbee behind Dinnerbone.
Pyro looked out the window, watching the scenery go past.
He was contemplating what had happened when he made breakfast. He had no idea how much of the song Uncle Baj had heard. He did know he’d heard him freaking out in Irish, though. Hadn’t he said he could speak that there, though? Just not outside? Maybe that’s why he hadn’t done anything about it.
-----
“Okay, we’re here! We met back up at the main entrance if we get separated, Paul, let’s head over to the clothing first. Grab a shopping trolley6, please.”
With that, they all headed into the store, Paul stopping to grab a shopping trolley before heading back over to Baj.
Today looked like it was going to be an interesting day for everyone, thought Baj.
-----
Translations and Notes!
1 What he says in English after this is what he was saying in Welsh.
2 Ulster Fry- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Full_breakfast#Ulster . A type of breakfast.
3 A song. Called Crumlin Road, commonly. Found here- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpN7KPE1sEE
4 “I didn't know you were there, I'm so sorry!”
5 As per note 2.
6 Shopping cart. One of the big ones with four wheels on it.
link to part http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/597032.html#cutid1
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Date: Friday, March 14th, 2014 10:38 am (UTC)And I thought they were always called shopping trolleys?
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