The writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt boil this week. I’m still in my contemporary buried treasure story. The heroine is at a barbecue.
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“As I live and breathe, it’s Heather. My dear, it’s so good to see you.” Levi’s mom dashed over and embraced me in a hug. “Levi didn’t tell me you were coming. He probably thought I’d never believe it.” She let me go and grinned. “I probably wouldn’t have either. You voluntarily showing up at Levi’s house after all the silly pranks between the two of you over the years. I’m so glad the two of you have finally decided to play nice with each other.”
“I didn’t even know he lived here. This house is something, isn’t it?” I wanted to know how in the world he afforded this place, but it was none of my business.
“It sure is. He’s done a wonderful job updating it, don’t you think?”
“He did do wonderfully well. I only got a glimpse into some of the rooms as I walked through, but what I did see was lovely. I have to confess, I didn’t think he had such good taste.”
Mrs. Brown laughed. “I know what you mean. I like to think I had some influence over him over the years, but I admit I’ve been a bit surprised by the way things turned out as well. I’ll get him to give you a tour later. He’s very proud of what he’s done here.”
“As well he should be.” I sniffed the air. “It sure smells good out here. Can’t wait to dig in.”
“I tried to talk him into a low country boil, but he said he’d rather have the barbecue.”
“Either would have been great, but boiled potatoes, shrimp, crab, sausage and corn is quite different than ribs and chicken on the grill.”
“And we have burgers for those who don’t like traditional barbecue sauce.” Levi walked up and stood beside his mother. “Glad you came.” He nodded at my shirt. “And wore your favorite tee as well.”
“Levi, I’m so happy you invited Heather. I haven’t seen her in a while. Once you get everyone settled in, she’d like to see what you’ve done with the house.”
I didn’t want to correct his mom that it was her suggestion for the tour as I did want to see the house. I just wasn’t sure I wanted Levi to know just how much I wanted to see the other rooms. “Plenty of time for that. What’s the ETA on the grub?” I asked. “I haven’t eaten since my grandmother gave me a cinnamon roll this morning.”