We still love smashing chocolate because of the Santa episode, so every year at Christmas we stomp on a couple of chocolate Santas, and at Easter we smash up beautiful chocolate chickens with a hammer. We started that tradition when she was going through a breakup. She was crying in my kitchen and it was Easter and, well, someone had given someone a chocolate chicken in a basket, so I just handed her a hammer. She laughed through her tears while beating the thing to smithereens.
Though Éimear never got in trouble, it’s not that she wasn’t up to mischief. It’s just she never got caught like me. At school she was a prefect. Made life hell for me and my little gang, who were all the “bad” girls. She’d be chasing us and I would stop and make a square shape with my hand, calling her a square. Used to drive her crazy. But she is square compared to me. And I’m jealous. I secretly long to be square. It ain’t comfy being squ-oval.
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