Game On by Barbara Oliverio

Author:Barbara Oliverio [Oliverio, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Barbara Oliverio

“And then?”

“Then what, Phyl?” She and I were leaning on the balcony of our apartment hours later, enjoying the sunset with glasses of the wine she had brought back from her last modeling assignment. She had barely returned from the airport and had time to change into comfy at-home clothes before I could catch her up on my life.

“You stopped your story with you and the blond hunk walking out of the office. What happened? Did you walk around Denver and get tattoos? Did you get married in a secret ceremony? Did—”

“Seriously? What an imagination.” I walked back into the living room and plopped on our sofa, returning to munch on the cheese and crackers sitting on the coffee table. She joined me on the other end of the sofa.

“Well, then finish the story, Maisie, and not leave it up to my imagination.”

“We went to lunch, Phyllis. We had sushi. I had a spicy tuna roll, salmon nigiri, and unagi, and he had a California roll, tempura roll, and avocado roll.”

“I don’t want the menu—wait. What did he have again?”

“California roll, tempura roll, and avocado roll. Why?”

“That’s all safe sushi, sushi for beginners. You know, vegetables and cooked things.”

“So?”

“So, Maisie, why did he take you to sushi if he wasn’t going to eat real honest-to-goodness sushi?”

I stared at her.

“What?” She took a pull of her wine and looked at me over the rim of the glass.

“What does any of that have to do with anything, Phyllis?”

She spun toward me, crossed her pajama’d legs under one another, and explained. “Maisie, if a guy asks you on a date to a restaurant of his choosing and the things he orders are not, like, the specialties of the house and are not even specialties within the cuisine, it’s just odd.”

“Where did you read this? Obscure Theories Monthly?”

“Mark my words, it means something,” she shrugged.

“It means this conversation has taken a bizarre turn.”

“Okay,” she conceded. “What did you talk about during lunch? What happened after? Continue with your story. I promise not to interrupt again.”

“Uh-huh. We’ll see if that happens. Anyway. Conversation was pleasant enough. The whole ‘where did you grow up?’ ‘where did you go to school?’ you know.”

“Sounds dull.”

“I thought you weren’t going to interrupt.”

“I didn’t interrupt. I interjected a pertinent comment.”

“ANYway. Like I said, it was pleasant enough. We got to a point where I remembered to ask him for something autographed for my dad for the school auction. He said he’ll bring something to the office.”

“What did my dad donate?”

“I think he donated some autographed footballs and some other things. Your dad is always so generous.”

“Sure. Unless you’re his sixteen-year-old daughter and want a car.” Her bottom lip jutted out.

“You had a car when we were teenagers.”

“That I had to pay half for and pay insurance. What’s the point of having a rich father if you don’t get the perks?”

“Ahem.” I gestured around us.

“Oh. Yes. Right.” She grinned sheepishly.

“Besides, he only had you earn the money for your car to build character.

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