about to turn tail and run for the door. She shook her hand free but Xavier reached out and grasped it as if he knew what she was thinking.
“Xavier, my beautiful boy,” came a sultry voice, from somewhere behind them. They both spun around and Xavier dropped her hand and held his arms out while an older woman came charging into them. Asha guessed to be in her sixties.
She wore a long flowing velvet and lace dress and large chunky jewellery, a long velvet scarf held back a mop of flaming red hair. Images of a fortune teller looking into a crystal ball flooded into Asha's mind.
“Oh and you brought a friend.” The woman cried, launching herself at Asha and pulling her into her huge bosom for a hug.
“This is my friend Asha...Asha this is my Aunty Polly,” Xavier gestured between them.
“Oh, Asha what a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl. It's about time you brought a lady friend to meet Aunt Polly,” the older woman admonished him.
Aunty? Well, this was getting interesting.
“Well we thought we might have a few drinks and something to eat, is the kitchen open tonight?” Xavier questioned.
“Of course, it is! It's always open for my favourite nephew.”
“I’m your only nephew Aunty Polly.”
“Pft” she flapped her hands at him. “If I had ten nephews, you would still be my favourite. Come now, you two beautiful people. You can have the best room in the house. Reserved for special guests.” The old lady turned and winked at Asha, then led them down the hall and around a corner.
“I'll have Roger, bring you a bottle of my finest. Now you two make yourselves comfortable.” She reached up and kissed Xavier on the cheek, then swatted Asha on the backside as she left the room.
Asha jumped with surprise, she had not expected that.
“So?” Xavier raised an eyebrow. “Not what you expected was it?”
Asha stifled a giggle, “Ah no, not at all.”
“She's my dad's older sister, they don't really see each other much. But Aunty Polly is good value. My mum and dad aren’t really on board with Aunty Polly's questionable business dealings.” He chuckled to himself. “Especially as dad worked in law enforcement. Aunty Polly is a bit the 'black sheep' of the family. She never had any kids of her own. So I try to pop in and see her whenever I can and she makes the best steak in town.”
There was a clearing of a throat and they both looked up to see who Asha could only assume was Roger, standing in the doorway with a bottle of wine. Xavier met him in the doorway, taking the wine and glasses.
This room had a massive, majestic fireplace, well ablaze. An antique wrought iron daybed covered in a beautiful lace spread and lots of velvet cushions. As well a pretty, small round table set for two with beautiful high-backed wooden chairs. Of course in keeping with the rest of the establishment, there was a massive chandelier hanging above the table.
“This place is quite, um something different isn't it?”
“Yeah I like it, it’s where I got the idea for the curtains in the club, actually,” Xavier explained. “In its hey-day Aunty Polly, tells that she entertained many a celebrity. But these days, it's more just the locals that know it's here. I think she likes it like that, though, as she is very involved still in running every aspect of it.”
“Wow, that’s pretty cool hey?” Asha was in awe of this amazing old lady, who had given her life to running this place. It was not long before Aunty Polly was back with two plates of steak and salad.
Over dinner, Xavier explained that ever since he was a small child Aunty Polly had always doted on him, treated him like the son she never had. Always wanting to feed him, he needed 'fattening up' she would tell him. They wined and dined on the scrumptious meal, Aunty Polly had prepared for them and chatted about family and friends.
Asha was really enjoying herself and almost did not want to leave when Xavier announced it was time to go. It was so easy
“Xavier, my beautiful boy,” came a sultry voice, from somewhere behind them. They both spun around and Xavier dropped her hand and held his arms out while an older woman came charging into them. Asha guessed to be in her sixties.
She wore a long flowing velvet and lace dress and large chunky jewellery, a long velvet scarf held back a mop of flaming red hair. Images of a fortune teller looking into a crystal ball flooded into Asha's mind.
“Oh and you brought a friend.” The woman cried, launching herself at Asha and pulling her into her huge bosom for a hug.
“This is my friend Asha...Asha this is my Aunty Polly,” Xavier gestured between them.
“Oh, Asha what a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl. It's about time you brought a lady friend to meet Aunt Polly,” the older woman admonished him.
Aunty? Well, this was getting interesting.
“Well we thought we might have a few drinks and something to eat, is the kitchen open tonight?” Xavier questioned.
“Of course, it is! It's always open for my favourite nephew.”
“I’m your only nephew Aunty Polly.”
“Pft” she flapped her hands at him. “If I had ten nephews, you would still be my favourite. Come now, you two beautiful people. You can have the best room in the house. Reserved for special guests.” The old lady turned and winked at Asha, then led them down the hall and around a corner.
“I'll have Roger, bring you a bottle of my finest. Now you two make yourselves comfortable.” She reached up and kissed Xavier on the cheek, then swatted Asha on the backside as she left the room.
Asha jumped with surprise, she had not expected that.
“So?” Xavier raised an eyebrow. “Not what you expected was it?”
Asha stifled a giggle, “Ah no, not at all.”
“She's my dad's older sister, they don't really see each other much. But Aunty Polly is good value. My mum and dad aren’t really on board with Aunty Polly's questionable business dealings.” He chuckled to himself. “Especially as dad worked in law enforcement. Aunty Polly is a bit the 'black sheep' of the family. She never had any kids of her own. So I try to pop in and see her whenever I can and she makes the best steak in town.”
There was a clearing of a throat and they both looked up to see who Asha could only assume was Roger, standing in the doorway with a bottle of wine. Xavier met him in the doorway, taking the wine and glasses.
This room had a massive, majestic fireplace, well ablaze. An antique wrought iron daybed covered in a beautiful lace spread and lots of velvet cushions. As well a pretty, small round table set for two with beautiful high-backed wooden chairs. Of course in keeping with the rest of the establishment, there was a massive chandelier hanging above the table.
“This place is quite, um something different isn't it?”
“Yeah I like it, it’s where I got the idea for the curtains in the club, actually,” Xavier explained. “In its hey-day Aunty Polly, tells that she entertained many a celebrity. But these days, it's more just the locals that know it's here. I think she likes it like that, though, as she is very involved still in running every aspect of it.”
“Wow, that’s pretty cool hey?” Asha was in awe of this amazing old lady, who had given her life to running this place. It was not long before Aunty Polly was back with two plates of steak and salad.
Over dinner, Xavier explained that ever since he was a small child Aunty Polly had always doted on him, treated him like the son she never had. Always wanting to feed him, he needed 'fattening up' she would tell him. They wined and dined on the scrumptious meal, Aunty Polly had prepared for them and chatted about family and friends.
Asha was really enjoying herself and almost did not want to leave when Xavier announced it was time to go. It was so easy
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