Forever, Sybil

Chapter 3

Ciara Branson wouldn't admit to anyone, especially Tom, how nervous she was to meet Sybil Crawley. Whenever Ciara, a woman brought up in a poor area of Dublin, raised on the streets, thought of the upper-class English she, well she didn't have a good image of them. She knew, of course,  how fond Tom was of Sybil, but she couldn't help but wonder how a woman raised as Sybil was, fit in and enjoy a simpler life here in Ireland. 

This morning Ciara woke up and busied herself with cleaning.  She had scrubbed all the floors, with the help of Caoimhe and Saoirse of course. She had the shout at them several times to continue the work because they kept talking about how Sybil was going to be so grand and stylish, which Ciara thought was foolish, but them being only 16 and 17 wouldn't know any better. Eventually even threatening them with the wooden spoon didn't make them focus.  She was very glad when her eldest Niamh knocked on the door with little Meg, 8 and Aoife, 4. Caoimhe and Saoirse agreed to take the little ones into the village to buy some flour.  

Niamh then helped her move her things into Caoimhe and Saoirse's room. Their house only had two rooms so Ciara was to move in with her youngest daughters, while Sybil stayed with them until Tom married her.  At this Niamh started crying. Even though it had been two years since her husband's murder she still broke down a lot.

"Tá mo leanbh ann," Ciara said as she patted Niamh's shoulder, "We all miss him."

"Thank you, mamaí!"

She then started to prepare dinner with Niamh, she knew it wouldn't be what Sybil was used to but it would have to do. When the four arrived back from the village they all helped bake a cake. When all the food was cooking they laid some tea out next to the armchairs, their finest tea set, the one she got when she married Conor.

Niamh and herself were sitting down watching Meg and Aoife play with their dollie, while Saoirse and Caoihme fixed each other's hair when they heard a gentle knock on the door. They all inhaled excitedly.

Ciara took a deep breath, patted herself down and approached the door.

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IRISH TRANSLATIONS INTO ENGLISH :

Tá mo leanbh ann : there, there my child.

So this is the definition of a filler chapter, I just didn't have the time to write a proper meeting. Thanks for reading!