Written for OLWG# 216
Effie McDaniel was nigh-on the best looking woman in Danivoix, but she wasn’t easy to live with; she was thirty-three years old, had no children, had been married six and a half times (if you counted the time when she shacked up with Milton Toker for about six months, right after high school). These days, she was once again living with her Momma and Daddy. They lived not far from the park on Poplar, the one-way street that crossed Mission going south.
Effie’s daddy was desperate to get her out of the house, but he was beginning to think it was never going to happen. Then he met William C. Prentiss, a travelling book salesman out of Salem, and he had an idea.
Now Effie’s momma was named Earlene, and her daddy was called Buck. One Saturday afternoon, Buck and Earlene McDaniel went to the Buffet out on Route 63 for a bite to eat. They ended up working their way through the food line and sharing a booth with William C. Prentiss, who was in town to meet with Danivoix Independent School District representatives on Monday morning at 0945. He was hoping to sell them a few truckloads of textbooks, particularly books for High School English and Algebra use.
“You know,” Prentiss said, practising his sales pitch, “Kids these days need good textbooks more than ever. They need to learn the difference between Numeric Expressions and Variable Expressions. They need to learn that apostrophe’s don’t make plural’s.” He added, jokingly, “At least I don’t think they do.” The three got along like a house afire, and Earlene invited William over to the house for a barbecue that same evening.
Now, I may have already mentioned that Effie was a stunner. It was she who answered Prentiss’ knock on the door that afternoon wearing a sheer white sundress. In his arms, Prentiss held a bottle of red wine and a bouquet.
In typical Effie fashion, she pulled the door open and spread her arms wide, “You must be Mr Prentiss. Mom and Dad said you were coming.” She gave him a quick and chaste hug before relieving him of his flowers and bottle of Lambrusco (frizzante). “I’ll get these flowers into a vase and grab an ice bucket to chill the wine. Mom and Dad are out back if you want to go through the den and out the slider. Can I bring you a drink? It’s still warm outside, and the beers are cold. We should let the wine chill for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes in the ice.”
William C. was immediately smitten. He took Effie up on her offer of a beer and headed out through the slider to the back patio so that he could greet his hosts. In due time, Effie came out with a tray loaded with a Peroni, covered in condensation and gave it to Prentiss. She had the bottle of Lambrusco on ice and four stemmed glasses. There was already a platter of antipasti on the table. It was a selection of cheeses and dried meats, along with a couple of bowls with olives.
The evening played along without a hitch. The steaks were perfectly grilled, and the company was companionable all around. Effie had conned Bill (he insisted that she call him Bill) into escorting her to church on Sunday morning. She secretly hoped that she could spend an hour or two, after church, lingering over a picnic lunch, under a tree, in the soft grass up by Prism Lake. There were places at Prism Lake where they could be alone. Effie thought that Bill looked like he’d be a good kisser. She wanted to find out.
Buck hoped the two kids would hit it off.
Earlene just kept watch as Bill interacted with her daughter. They seemed to be getting along well. She had already paired them together and thought of them as a couple. Earlene smiled, dreaming of grandchildren.
This week’s prompts were:
- religion gets her all worked up
- one way street
- apostrophe’s don’t make plural’s?