The six kids, with Nate, are in the diner discussing their author and her recent trip toHoustonTexas.
“She forgot all about us!” Joey’s anxiety propelled his pacing around the diner. He walked back and forth from their booth to the middle of the room, around the single tables, and back again.
Charles glanced up from the history book he was perusing. “Well, we’re here now, aren’t we?”
“Si, but she’s thinking of re-working me. Her mind is messed up. Between the Mexican food in Houston and Alex’s family who she like so much, I bet she going to make me Mexican.. But I’m not some Texan! I’m Hispanic, Si.” José’s brow furrowed in worry while he obsessively picked imaginary lint from his sweater. *Don’t be so neurotic. It’s not like you.*
“Just wait until you have all sorts of distractions in your life. How often will you think of us then?” Carole’s glasses fell halfway down her nose. She looked like a stern school marm. Laura expected to see Carole’s finger wagging in rebuke.
“What do you think?” Joey stood still and looked over to Nate at the counter.
“Shit happens my friends. That’s life.”
“Don’t forget she’s working on her devil story—the historical one. She and Lori had a good discussion about it. Y’all will get your turn and then the soul collector and the librarian will be sitting around cursing your sorry asses.” When Charles was upset he lapsed into his native southern dialect.
“Hmm, maybe. I wouldn’t really want Mr.D trying to get back at us. Could turn ugly.” Nate finished wiping down the soda fountain.
Charles put his tea cup down. “Hey she thought of me. That news item on TV gave her an idea for my character.” He tried not to look smug, but failed.
Joey plucked his leather jacket from the coat tree and pulled it on. “I’m cold. It was nice and warm in Houston but now coming home I’m cold. On New Year’s it was so mild and humid that people walked around in shorts and T shirts. And now that we’re home here comes the snow. He looked out the window at the heavy clouds and the drifting flakes as they slowly settled on the ground. He muttered something about Angels in the Snow…
“They actually took a hike—outside the city. Ugh They went to the Thicket, a nature preserve.” Laura shivered in disgust.
“Yeah but Lori’s been wanting to go back there for a long time. They all loved it. And Sue’s acupuncturist was thrilled with all the activity and that his suggestion for the back pack worked out well.” Carole just couldn’t help lecturing. Now that she was in university that’s all she did, it seemed.
“And up in the Chase building on the 60th floor they enjoyed all those photo ops.” Nate didn’t like heights and shuddered at the thought of looking down at Lego sized cars.
“If Sue ever gets the photos uploaded then you’ll see some great shots. As she thought, Lori did teach her to take better photos.” Charles appreciated good photography. “Oh Charles. You would defend her.” Gene lifted his dainty eyebrow in amusement.
“They went to Galveston too. They walked around, took more photos on the ferry ride where the seagulls and the sunset made excellent subjects and ate clams at a wonderful Italian restaurant ” Everyone stared at Laura wondering how she knew this and why she cared.
“‘Excuse me. Can you point out where clams are on the menu? I can’t seem to find it.’ The guy at the next table drooled over their appetizers. Bernie told him that you had to ask for them. Lori was the best tour guide and researched it knowing Sue likes clams.” Like a tennis game, all faces turned to José at this remark wondering how he knew that fact.
“Maybe she’ll concentrate on us now and send the Devil’s Mistress to the tunnels under the office buildings.” Gene perked up and looked hopeful that his suggestion would be taken.
“The mall there has been gone since hurricane Ike. They walked and walked and saw nothing. Wonder what the expensive tour would have told them? They never even got out to a club; too pooped after a day’s sight seeing and a good dinner. The restaurants were excellent. Lori said more people eat out inHoustonthan any other city. Laura looked puzzled. “I watched all those waitresses inHouston. They were so polite and helpful. Maybe because they serve a better class of customer than at the joint where I work….”
Gene pouted. “I want her to tell people about me. It’s important. *Yes it is dear and I will. No drama please.*
“We’re all important!” The rest of the group chorused.
When people speak of Texan hospitality— that means Lori and Alex. Thanks again you guys, miss y’all 😀
Blogophilia 45.4 Topic: “Angels in the Snow”
(Hard, 2pts): use a pick-up line
(Easy, 1pt): include “rules are meant to be broken”