Molly was just tall enough to reach over the counter and give the towering man her 50 pence piece. In return he gave her the papery cone with white fluffy top all crowned with vivid red sauce.
Once she had brought it carefully down to chest level she carried it gently along the street to their garden wall. She wasn't a gulper like Tom, she liked to save things.
Tom would be given a biscuit and eat it whole. Mum said he didn't even let it touch the sides.
Molly would save biscuits until she was alone and then she would nibble off the chocolate, curl up the caramel and finally eat the biscuit base.
This was the first time she had been able to go to the ice cream van on her own. Tom was the oldest. He was always given the money and instructions to look after his sister.
His excitement made him race ahead and she had to run to keep up. "Come on, he'll be gone." He shouted back panicking. Molly hated the rush. She was grumpy.
"Why did Tom Always get the money? Why did Tom always get to be in charge?" She found him lacking in the common sense which she had in bucket loads and his hands were dirty.
The ice cream man would always give the cones to Tom and sometimes Tom would lick both ice creams before handing one to her.
"It was dripping" he would say with a smile but she knew he did it to annoy her. He was annoying.
After talking with her friends in the playground she learnt that all big brothers were annoying. "I think it's their job." said Melissa. She had four brothers so she should know.
Molly sat on the wall and thought about how annoying and immature Tom was. How he wouldn't have let her sit here and peacefully enjoy her ice cream.
After hurriedly finishing his own cone he would have started to nag for a bit of hers.
Molly would have shouted no and maybe Mum or Dad would have come along to tell him he had had his and to leave Molly alone.
"It's dripping it's dripping". Since Tom had gone away for good Molly just heard his voice in her head.
She looked down to see the white blob of ice cream lilting to one side, about to begin its decent down the cone. The ice cream fell to the floor and began to form a pink puddle.
"Everything melts away if you don't get to it in time." thought Molly. She ate the cone but it wasn't even a tenth as good.