Jillian Chantal

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt gentle. I am working on my buried treasure story.

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The other items I found were a gaudy ring with a huge green stone surrounded by smaller white ones and one earring that was pretty nice, but I didn’t see the mate. I also had more pieces of the box.

I borrowed a piece of old cloth from my grandmother to cover the hole as I planned to look some more the next day and then took my leave with the treasures in her safekeeping. She said she’d be cleaning them overnight.

After my shower, I met with the Sherlock Homies at trivia night. I was ready to compete even if it was an odd evening for it. We normally met on Tuesday nights, but this week was a special tournament for the anniversary of the opening of the restaurant.

 I was glad to see Annette was there. I figured she might still be mad at me but she patted the open seat between her and Brandon. “Come sit by me.”

I took the chair across from the other members of our team, Jason and Marty. “Hey guys. Ready to smash these other suckers?”

Jason laughed. “If you say other suckers, are you also calling us suckers?”

“Of course. We’ve been suckers on occasion. Everyone on Earth has.” I pulled a menu toward me as a gentle breeze from the air conditioner tickled my neck. “Are we splitting a pizza or every man for himself today?”

“I was leaning toward manicotti myself,” Brandon said. “It smells so good and it’s the special of the day.”

“Yeah. That sounds good,” Jason said.

“I’ll spilt a pizza with you, Heather,” Marty said. “I know you like hot peppers so maybe leave those off my part?”

“Cool. No problem.”

The other tables filled up pretty fast and soon after we ordered, we were in the midst of a heated competition. Annette hadn’t said much to me but I didn’t sense any animosity either. After all, she asked me to sit with her so she must not be upset.  I wanted to ask her if she was invited to the barbecue but was afraid if she hadn’t been, she’d go into orbit. So I let it ride.

When the waitress came with our food, Annette finally said, “Levi is having a barbecue tomorrow. Should be fun. I’ll get to meet his mom. I’m so excited. I hope she likes me. That’s so important. I’m very nervous. Do you think she will like me?”

The girl hadn’t taken a breath. Yikes. What should I say?