by nine oclock that evening bob - sheilas father , and i sat beside the pool sharing a bottle of glenfiddich , which was my first alcoholic drink since the accident , watching the spectacular firework display that marcus had arranged , well at least cindy and myra were enjoying it , unlike bonnie and clyde who were curled up in my shower tray , they were definitely not fireworky type hounds , and of course christmas dinner turned out to be a feast to remember .