Strand One

He woke up early in the morning to the smell of bacon.  It was bacon wasn’t it?  Either that or sausages.  It smelled good enough to raise him from sleep and want to leave the warmth of his bed to venture downstairs after one last look at the picture on the shelf opposite.

                ‘How do you feel?’  Asked his mum.

                ‘Okay.  Can I have one?’  He nodded to the bacon sandwich in her hand. 

                ‘There’s plenty of bacon done, I’ll make you a sandwich once I’ve eaten mine.  Everyone else will be here soon; they’ll want one as well.  Don’t forget you have to go and get Joe’s suit before dinner.’

                ‘I know, I’ll have a shower in a minute – it won’t take me long to get ready later.’

                ‘Do you want sauce?’

                ‘Red please.’

He sat down at the table and took a bite out of the sandwich his mum had put in front of him.  He hadn’t finished chewing when the doorbell rang and made him jump.

                ‘I’ll get it.’  His younger brother was on the way to the door before he’d even finished speaking.

                ‘Thanks Bro.’

Strand Two

‘Is she up yet?’

                ‘Probably, she was on Facebook at three this morning.’

                ‘I’ve got foundation.’

The young girl shook her head at her mums last statement and closed the door behind her.  They walked through the maze of hotel corridors to their destination and as Mum lifted her hand to knock on the door, it opened, surprising her.  A tired looking woman smiled on the other side.

                ‘I thought I heard you.’

                ‘You look shattered.  How much sleep did you get?’

                ‘Thanks Mum.  None.  I am shattered and I feel sick.’

                ‘What have you been doing all night?’

                ‘I watched a couple of DVD’s, had a long bath, went on Facebook, wrote an online article.  Just stuff.’

                The youngest of the three clattered through the doorway squeezing passed the other two at this point and dumped her bags on the unmade bed.

                ‘Sorry they were heavy.’

                ‘I need a drink of water.  Are you coming in or are you going to the restaurant for breakfast?’

                ‘We’ve already been, thought we’d let you sleep.’

She nodded and smiled back at her mum.

‘Coffee, water or juice?’

‘I’ll have wine.’

The youngest looked up from sorting make-up on the bed and shrugged.