“Lemontini please,” I said to the nice waitress with an extra large earring in her nose. I was dying to ask if it hurt, if it ever got infected and what possessed her, but I was exhausted from too much information for one day already and withheld questioning.
It had been a long day and I was looking forward to this evening with my friends. We hadn’t seen each other for a while, and the gathering was overdue. These were my game night people and comrades to count on, Maggie, Kate, Claire and our token male, Lenny.
For the first twenty minutes we discussed the audacious blemish that had crept onto Kate’s chin. Where did it come from? How to get rid of it? And why humans, no matter what age, have to put up with pimples? None of us had definitive answers, but Lenny told us “zit” in German is “pickel.” I’d been waiting my whole life to know that.
At some point during these nights, everybody gets a talking shift. We do a quick rotation on current events in our lives. My turn arrived in conjunction with the dessert menu. Though the ‘Death by Chocolate’ was devilishly tempting, I selected a berry bowl after another peek at Kate’s swelled chin.
I told them work was going well, that finally, after all these years, I’d found a bra that fit, and Strawberry was sweeter than ever.
I told them work was going well, that finally, after all these years, I’d found a bra that fit, and Strawberry was sweeter than ever.
Strawberry had attended a game night once, so they all knew him. It’s not that he’s bad at games, he’s just not good. Everybody liked him a lot but didn’t really want him on their team. Frankly, he didn’t seem to care much that he was so God-awful, and we laughed about it later.
After I told them about our romantic getaway to the mountains for Valentine’s day, Claire looked at me funny. She gave me the eyebrow lift, and I knew what it meant. Was I going to tell the others that Colin had reemerged?
To tell you the truth, I hadn’t planned on it.
to be continued…
