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He claps Oliver on the back and rolls his eyes.
    ‘How was your flight?’ I ask, suddenly feeling a lot more relaxed.
    As Randy fills me in on his last minute change of plan and Janie’s abuse of the in flight drinks menu, I settle down on my lounger.
    ‘Speak of the devil, here she is now.’
    Rolling onto my side, I look over in the direction that they are both waving and stare open mouthed at the woman walking towards us. This can’t be Oliver’s mum, surely not.
    The very tall, blonde woman with the world biggest boobs, who incidentally is wearing nothing more than a hot pink bikini and a pair of cowboy boots, is making straight for us. As she gets closer, I realise she is a lot older than she originally looked. The bright red lipstick and tattooed on eyebrows make a good attempt at concealing it, but she is definitely nearing sixty. I don’t quite know what I was expecting, but this most definitely was not it.
    Stopping at the edge of my sun lounger, she takes off her sunglasses and looks me up and down.
    ‘So, this is the girl you dragged me across the border to meet?’ Janie folds her arms and raises her frankly scary eyebrows.
    Oh, no. She hates me already.
    ‘Mom, come on now, play nice.’ Oliver helps me to my feet and I stand next to him awkwardly.
    ‘Um, hi Janie.’ I offer her a small smile and hope that she doesn’t yell off with her head.
    Janie studies me for a moment longer, before throwing her arms around my neck.
    ‘I’m kidding! Come here you pretty little thing!’
    Choking on her over powering perfume, I let out of a sigh of relief. She was joking! Of course she was joking! She squeezes me a little too tightly and plants a big, red kiss on my cheek.
    ‘Hurt my boy and I’ll make your nightmares seem like a happy place to be.’
    Maybe not.
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 10
     
    Half an hour later and I am beginning to feel rather uneasy at the thought of having to spend the rest of the holiday with Janie. She has made it glaringly obvious that she has taken an instant dislike to me. Obvious only to me that is. Oliver and Randy have been joyously bickering over the Houston Rockets and seem oblivious to the humongous elephant in the room. Not knowing the first thing about basketball, I decide to turn on the charm.
    ‘Fancy a cocktail, Janie?’ I paste on my best cheery face and wait for her reaction.
    ‘Blue Lagoon.’ Janie fires back, not looking up from her battered copy of Fifty Shades of Grey.
    Biting my lip, I throw on my kaftan and head off to the bar. What is her problem? I rack my brains for something I could have said or done to offend her. Never having had a boyfriend’s parents not like me before, I don’t quite know what to do about it. What I do know, is that I need a cocktail.
    Ordering a couple of Blue Lagoons at the bar, I take a seat in one of the beckoning hammocks and smile as I watch a loved up young couple clinking champagne flutes. I am still staring at the honeymooners when two frosty, elaborate cocktail glasses are placed down in front of me.
    ‘Anything else, amigo?’
    I slip the barman a roll of pesos and glance over to Mr and Mrs Honeymoon and eye up the multi coloured shot glasses enviously.
    ‘Actually yes, I’ll have what they’re having.’
    With a quick smile, he disappears behind the bar. Watching him expertly spinning spirit bottles, I can’t help but wonder if this is the answer. If I keep my alcohol levels high enough, maybe I will come out of this holiday alive.
    ‘One Bob Marley.’ The barman announces and hands me the stripy concoction.
    ‘Thank you. I mean gracias.’
    My face screws up at the surprisingly potent strength as I throw it back in one. Grimacing, I grab the cocktails and head back to the beach. As I approach our loungers, I am panicked to see that Oliver and Randy appear to be missing. Fighting the urge to run away and swim back to England, I take a huge gulp of my cocktail. Wow! A couple more of these and we will all be