Two-Step with a Little Twist
Monday, May 2, 2005
Sunday there had been no Bible study, as it had ended for the summer. And so, there was a drive out to New Town and Pizza Street for dinner. All were there, minus Carrie-Bri, who had to work once again. But work was brightening for her, as new foreign faces were coming, and the lazy workers were thinning out and moving on.
New Town was growing steadily, and the colors, tin roofs, Spanish and Creole and old-time looks, the canals… sometimes it looked like Holland. Mom had gone inside to ask where Uncle Balthasar and Aunt Tuuli’s and Uncle Hilario and Aunt Corliss’ homes were located. Upon asking where Uncle Balthasar’s house was, everyone seemed to know who he was.
“Oh, ….. Balthasar Snicketts….,” as if they knew him quite well.
They drove by both places, which were still in the skeletons of production, and both located nearly right next to each other. It was bound to be a beautiful place.
At Pizza Street, Rose was still grumping about missing youth group. And upon leaving the van, she very embarrassedly crossed her arms to hide her fingers.
“What did you do?” Joe started laughing.
Rose showed them her hands. All her fingers looked as if they had been splashed in white and then been scrubbed to remove the color.
“I was trying to put on fingernail polish. But then we had to go inside, so I tried to take it off,” she explained grumpily.
Inside, they chowed down on the pizza buffet and made frequent trips back to the arcade. A camera was hooked on to the wall in the arcade and the transmission sent back to a television in the buffet area.
Collette, Rose, Mom, and Dad, finally convinced Joe to go back to the arcade and do his signature for the camera.
“OK, OK, I’ll do my two-step with a little twist,” he laughed and went off.
And moments later, in the fuzzy black and white corner of the arcade, he hopped on to the dance machine and did his moves quickly, and hopped off before anyone might see him. They all laughed, Dad giggling again.
Then Francis bounded into the room with a dish of ice cream.
“Look! It’s a Chinese Grandma with white hair!” He reinterpreted the mass of ice cream.
Meanwhile, aside from the arcade, OLeif was trying to sell off to Joe – a rather obnoxiously large green felt bow-tie – the latest find in a tux jacket. The find of the week before had been a rosary, rather creepy looking, Collette thought.
On the way back to the house, they all drove past the green strip of land with an orchard. Dad talked of buying one of the lots, building a cottage or cabin on it, and having Collette and OLeif move in. It seemed like a very good prospect. And Mom would call to see into the price the following morning.