Jillian Chantal

Today’s word prompt is Right. This will be the last Tuesday Tale until September. We’ve decided to take a sabbatical for the month of August. This story still does not have a name. I am really slow working on this one for some reason and am still in chapter two. I know, I know, I’m usually fast drafting but I can’t seem to get on a roll. I think it’s that my broken elbow is giving me fits still. That’s what I’m saying anyway. LOL

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“This chicken is divine, Charlie,” Johnny said.

Kat was brought back to the conversation by his comment. “Yes, it is. So amazing. It’s the best I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you all.” Charlie stood and pulled her apron back on. “I better get this cleaned up.”

Paul stood and grabbed Charlie by the waist. He swung her around. “No way. You cook, I clean.”

They playfully wrestled for a moment. Kat stood. “I’ll wash, you dry, Paul.”

“I can wash, Kat. You sit.” Philip offered.

“No. I want to help. Charlie has been nice enough to let us in and cook for us, it’s the least I can do. Besides, I’m not sure I can stand by and watch you wash dishes. Remember what happened at the beach house that time you were cleaning the kitchen.” Kat laughed.

“You guys are never going to let me forget that, are you?” Philip stuck out his bottom lip.

“You got that right. Anyone who would drink as much as you did that day and then decide to clean when he was still on rubber legs, deserves not to live it down,” Johnny said.

“Since you are going to clean my kitchen, I think I’ll go home.” Charlie turned to Paul. “Can you lock up?”

“Sure. Go on. I’ll be there in a little while. I’ll see you then.” Paul encouraged Charlie toward the door with a light tap on her shoulder.

“You’re staying at the house tonight and not the hotel?” Charlie asked as she tugged off the apron again and grabbed some keys from the hook by the back door.

“Yeah. I think so. Will that be okay?”

“Always. You know that.” She blew a kiss and was gone.