Because everything and more that has already come to Mary is absolutely, 100%, no question about it, what she deserves.
A christening is a celebration, a moment of joy, a cherished time in a child’s life. There was no joy at this christening. Mary is doing her best to put a brave face on, but the humiliation of Freddy’s antics stung. Look at that face. It is angry, frozen, sad. Maybe Botoxed, but surely, this is the forced smile of a forty-five year old.
Frederik is absolutely in love. Besotted. Smiling fondly . . . at his son. Not the sullen asshat being restrained by Papy Henrik, no, that one got the Bogan genes. Maybe this sweet piece of heaven, Mini-Minik, he will be the son Frederik truly wants.
Mary, however, is not in love with anyone. Certainly not her older kids, a.k.a. the props. And certainly not with Josie Grossie, who isn’t shaking her Downs Syndrome looks. What a letdown, huh, Mary? Neither of your girls are good enough for you.
Poor IsNOTabella. She does try, she’s got spunk and that’s good, because she ain’t got looks so far. Two pudding-faced kids. At least I don’t want to smack IsNOT every time I see her, unlike her brother.
Vinnie the Kid, you ARE the apple of your father’s eye. You are the main reason he’s not going to off himself any time soon. Christian has already been fucked up by Mary, but you, you Mini-Minik, you will be Daddy’s boy.
Not you. You won’t be anyone’s darling. Not your mom’s, that’s for sure. Ugly AND looking like a Down’s baby? Come on. Sure you’ve already figured it out, they gave you some shitty christening gown from the scullery maid’s grandmother and glued on some “lace” and “ribbons”. Mm-hmm.
That’s right, Myra. Give it all you got. Flash that smirky smile and shift your head like they taught you in Starmakers. Pretend you can smile and hold your daughter at the same time for more than 5 seconds. I bet you took that floral barfeteria and stomped on it when everyone left. And then everyone left YOU to party with your husband. But Susan Moody stayed with you, probably working on some articles for your blog. Ahem.