For Whom the Dinner Bell Tolls by Quinn Tracey

Author:Quinn, Tracey
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0
Publisher: Publisher
Published: 2024-03-06T00:00:00+00:00

Later that afternoon I was back at my RV, getting dressed for the “Big Event”. I was hoping it wouldn't turn out to be the “Big Screw-Up” but Aunt Sam seemed pretty optimistic, so I was trying to be as well. I decided to wear a new outfit for the occasion; recently when I was surfing the net before I went to bed, I bought a cute outfit that was described as “raspberry sorbet gingham seersucker capri pants” along with a “raspberry sorbet pintuck A-line tee shirt”. Of course, the more words used in a description, the more the outfit costs. I really need to hide my debit card before I go online late at night if I don't want to end up broke. On the other hand, the shirt and pants fit perfectly and were really cute.

I got out my hair straightening iron and was about to plug it in when I heard someone knock on the door. I opened it to find Nick outside. Seeing the straightening iron in my hand, he stepped back and put his hands in the air.

“Whoa! Take it easy! I'm not an intruder and my hair is already straight!”

“Ha, ha. Is there any particular reason you're here, besides to make lame jokes?”

“Well, since somebody who will remain nameless roped me into grilling swordfish steaks and a truckload of produce, I thought I had better get here a little early and fire up the grill so I have a chance of getting it all done before our dinner guests die of old age.”

“It's over there,” I said, pointing to the grill sitting on the patio near the back door. “Good luck.”

“I don't need luck,” Nick replied. “I was born lucky.”

I couldn't argue with that. I tossed the iron into the RV and locked the door behind me. When I passed the grill on the way to the kitchen, Nick looked up and said, “I see you left your weapon behind. Not as scared of psycho stalkers now that the manly ship captain and grill master is here, I see.”

“As I recall it, you were the one who was going on about homicidal maniacs,” I said.

“And yet, you're the one that came to the door brandishing a straightening iron.”

“I was just holding it in my hand.”

“I think I know brandishing when I see it.”

“Thanks to your interruptions I didn't have time to straighten my hair. It's getting late and Dodie needs my help. I'll have to go as-is and hope for the best.”

“That's good,” Nick said. “I think your curly hair looks pretty.”

“Not only are you a manly ship captain and grill master, but you're very sweet.”

“I'll add that to my resume.”

When I entered the kitchen I found Aunt Sam and Dodie standing at the table, looking over two rows of glasses. One set of glasses was shaped like pineapples and the other set resembled happy monkeys.

“These novelty glasses are all we have left?” Aunt Sam asked. “What happened to the other glasses?”

“The Auks done took all of our regular glasses and are in the library using them for beer pong,” Dodie said.

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