Jilted

The 24th of November brought another tradition held at Cracker Barrel. Collette and Carrie-Bri found themselves waiting by the window watching for Diana and Eve who were due at 8:30 for breakfast. A standard ten minutes late, they heard Eve behind them:

“Hey, guys, were you looking for us?” She laughed.

“Sorry we’re late,” Diana apologized, as they were escorted to their table. “We just woke up.”

“Yeah, my alarm clock didn’t work this morning.”

Over the next hour and a half, they caught up on the latest – job interviews, school, trips – the usual. There was always something new. Coffee, eggs, biscuits, apple butter, French toast. An hour and a half passed quickly before they parted ways for Eve and Carrie to ship off to work. A month later they would reunite for the usual Christmas activities.

Back at home, OLeif had been busy cleaning the house as a bit of a surprise. He had also unloaded a shopping bag of candles and spread them around the house, lighting most of them. After Puck had awakened, they bundled him into his car seat and headed out to the Silverspoon’s. They didn’t get far. Shortly after turning onto the service road…

BAM!

OLeif hit curb hard sending the poor little Honda slamming over the top. Puck didn’t seem to mind the tremendous jolt. But the car minded. Minded badly. Once they had returned to the house in one piece, except for the car, which had lost various sundry articles on the pavement, Theodore arrived with a working jack, and several hours later all was mended. With no cost to OLeif’s wallet or the car, except for its pride.

The rest of the evening they finally spent at the Silverspoon’s over a second Thanksgiving dinner, “Top Gear”, and chocolate peanut butter pie with homemade whipped cream. Puck was enjoying gnawing on spoons. After his Papa took him into the kitchen, Denae caught them both red-handed.

“What are you feeding that baby, Theodore?!”

“I’m just giving him a little.”

Puck was eagerly poking out his little tongue toward a spoon dipped in whipped cream which Theodore held out for him. Sugar baby.

The moon was bright. Red Christmas lights hung in the living room window at home. All was beautiful and Christmasy in the world.