Derry Girls: A New Arrival Part 2

Chapter 12: What is your name?

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Dennis charged about his wee shop in frustration. The week's delivery had been delayed due to the fog and he was on a shorter fuse than usual. He'd propped the door open so he could keep an eye out for the delivery van. As Dennis went about his business; he growled with annoyance as he was pulled away from stacking the shelves once again to serve another customer.

"What's the craic, Dennis?" Sinead O'Driscoll asked.

"This FUCKING FOG! That's the craic, Sinead." Dennis growled. "£10" He grimaced.

Sinead was a young mammy, 19 years old, with a slim, petite build, and short blonde hair. She reached down into the basket under the pushchair for her purse. Just then, Dennis turned to see another regular, an older lady called Fiona dart into the shop with none other than Marco. Fiona looked around in alarm. Marco was holding a small boy, about 3 years old, in his arms.

"Sinead?!" Fiona cried; Sinead was frozen. She did a double take, peering at Marco and then the pushchair.

"Liam!" Sinead said in shock, seeing her boy in front of her. "Oh my god! I thought he was asleep?" She began to fret.

"Is he yours?" Marco asked anxiously.

"Aye.... Wh.... Where did ye find him?" She gasped as she bounded towards him in a panic, Marco passed the boy over to her; Sinead whimpered as she cradled Liam tightly.

"Ach, Sinead!" Fiona cried with relief. "Ya not gonna believe this! I saw little Liam outside, he almost walked out into the road, so he did. There was a car.... Thanks be to God this lad grabbed him before...." Fiona gasped.

"Oh my god!" Sinead despaired. Holding her son.

"It's ok. He's alright. Nothing happened." Marco assured her.

"Ach... Thank you. Thank you so much!" Sinead wept.

"It's alright." Marco said.

"Oh Christ! He must have wondered out cos I left the door open." Dennis shut his eyes as he gasped. "Sinead, I am so... sorry." Dennis pleaded.

"It's alright. No harm done. OK?" Marco assured them again.

"Aye. OK. It's alright Dennis.... Come on now, love. Let's get ya in here." Sinead proceeded to place her son back in the pushchair, strapping him in securely. "What's ya name, lad?" Sinead asked.

"Marco."

"Are ye from round here, son?" Fiona asked.

"No, I just moved over, hopefully." Marco said.

"Ach, well. Welcome to Derry, Marco." Sinead said kindly.

"Thank you very much."

"Are ye... English, ya know, from England?" Sinead quizzed further.

"Uh Yeah." Marco answered. Sinead nodded pleasantly.

"Well. Thanks again, Marco. Thank you. Hope to see yer around?"

"Yeah, no worries."

Sinead and Fiona left the shop as Marco turned to see Dennis with his head looking down at the counter, taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

"You alright Dennis?" Marco asked.

"Aye... Aye I'm ok. Good thing yer were around, lad." Dennis gasped. "Ye know what? Whatever yer want, it's on me." Dennis said.

"Ah no, don't be stupid!" Marco insisted.

"No seriously." Dennis then insisted.

"OK...." Marco picked up some WHAM bars and a Kit Kat for Orla.