It’s that time again. Tuesday Tales. This week, the word prompt is glue. Since I’m writing about a barbecue, I almost put in that the heroine’s lips were glued together by BBQ sauce. 🙂 Hopefully, I did better than that. LOL
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Before she could tell me what the celebration was about, a guy I hadn’t noticed before came out of the house carrying several bottles of champagne. “I brought this but maybe next time, Levi can splurge and we can toast him with Dom Perignon.
Levi laughed and called out, “Tell you what, Nigel, if it’s a success, I’ll do exactly that.”
“What’s going on?” I asked again.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know. I thought you were a long-time friend of the family,” The girl by Del said.
I tried not to get offended. After all I was a long term friend, but Levi and I hadn’t spoken in a while. Other than when he came upon me while I was digging up treasure in my grandmother’s yard. “Well, I am but as we’ve been busy establishing our careers, I haven’t seen much of him.” I pushed my chair back to go see what the cake said. If this chick wasn’t going to tell me what the celebration was about, maybe the cake would clue me in.
I walked over to his mom as she wielded the knife. “Isn’t it exciting that my son is going to have one of his screenplays made into a movie?”
My shocked eyes that I knew had to be bugging out of my head were glued to his mom’s face. All I could say was, “What?” I didn’t even know he was interested in writing screenplays. How did I not know this? I guess I only thought I knew him.
“It’s so exciting, isn’t it?” His mom kept slicing and plating the cake as she talked. Her face glowed with pride.
The guy with the champagne came up to me. “It’s not very dignified to drink this stuff from a red Solo Cup, but it’s in keeping with a barbecue and with my buddy, Levi’s aesthetic.”
“Not judging by the interior of his home. He seems a bit more dignified than Solo Cups.” I grinned as I took the proffered drink.
“Hold on to that until we’re ready for the toast.” He moved on, cups in one hand and bottle in the other.
I looked at Levi’s mom. “Let me finish cutting that so you can be over there with your son for the toasts.”
“I think we can leave it for now. I’ve started the serving. If anyone else wants some, they can help themselves. She took my arm and dragged me over to where the crowd was gathered around Levi.