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Authors: Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
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Gladstone,” he returned, devouring her with his eyes. He lowered his head to kiss her, and just as their lips met, the doorbell rang.
“Echo,” they said in unison. Missy giggled and ran to the front door to admit her dear friend, who always seemed to have the worst timing.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” Echo sang out when Missy opened the door. She carried and insulated case with the Vanilla Bean ice cream, and another bag, that when Missy took it from her, was surprisingly heavy.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” she replied, kissing her friend’s cheek. “What’s in here?”
“A little gift for you and Mr. Wonderful for taking such good care of me during the whole nasty Jimmy Cronister thing,” she smiled gratefully.
“Ooooh! I can’t wait to open it,” Missy’s eyes lit up with anticipation.
“Well, you’ll have to open it before dinner, that’s for sure,” Echo said mysteriously. “And the sooner the better.”
The two women entered the kitchen. Echo gave Chas a hug, handing off the insulated case to him so that he could transfer the ice cream to the freezer, and Missy set the heavy bag on the counter, already removing the tissue paper that obscured its contents. She pulled out two very expensive bottles of wine, one white, one red, with delight.
“Oh, Echo, you didn’t have to do this!” she exclaimed, touched at the thoughtful gift.
“But you’ll be glad I did,” her friend made light of the contribution. “Open up that red and let it breathe, and put the white in a bucket of ice to chill,” she instructed. “It’s a party, right?”
“Good food, good friends and good will…yeah, I’d say it’s a party,” Missy agreed, choking up a bit. The last couple of months had been tough for both of them, and it was more than pleasant to be able to relax and enjoy each other’s company with no worries for a change. The two women embraced, both teary, just as Chas came back into the room.
“Hey, what did I miss?” he asked, noting the emotion in the room. “And more importantly, how do I get in on this action?” he moved to them, arms open wide for a group hug that left them all laughing.
Missy set up wine glasses while Chas opened the bottle of red, and Echo filled the silver ice bucket for the white. The three friends laughed and talked during the rest of the food prep, then sat down together at a table which the multifaceted detective had decked out in white linen, fine china and silver, complete with candlelight and crystal. They ate until they were more than satisfied, and Missy and Echo decided to go for a walk before indulging in dessert, while Chas insisted upon doing cleanup all by himself. Shooing them out the door, he donned his apron once more and tackled the mountain of dishes that awaited.
“So, when are you and Mr. Wonderful going to take it to the next level?” Echo asked boldly, tucking her hands into the pockets of her coat as they strolled through the detective’s peacefully elegant neighborhood.
Missy giggled at her friend’s complete lack of restraint in asking direct personal questions. “I have no idea what you mean,” she hedged, still smiling.
“Don’t give me that,” her friend nudged her playfully with an elbow. “You know exactly what I mean. You two have been dating for months, you’re clearly crazy about each other – surely you’ve discussed the future,” she challenged.
“Umm…well, not in so many words.”
“What does that mean?” Echo persisted.
“Well, I guess it means that neither of us really thinks in those kinds of terms. I mean, I don’t have any plans for not being with him, and I’m pretty sure that he has no plans of not being with me, but we’re both so busy just living life that the subject hasn’t really come up,” Missy shrugged.
“You two are so weird,” Echo shook her head in mock-consternation.
“Maybe that’s why we’re so good together,” was the cheeky response.
“Maybe so,” Echo grinned back, finally
“Echo,” they said in unison. Missy giggled and ran to the front door to admit her dear friend, who always seemed to have the worst timing.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” Echo sang out when Missy opened the door. She carried and insulated case with the Vanilla Bean ice cream, and another bag, that when Missy took it from her, was surprisingly heavy.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” she replied, kissing her friend’s cheek. “What’s in here?”
“A little gift for you and Mr. Wonderful for taking such good care of me during the whole nasty Jimmy Cronister thing,” she smiled gratefully.
“Ooooh! I can’t wait to open it,” Missy’s eyes lit up with anticipation.
“Well, you’ll have to open it before dinner, that’s for sure,” Echo said mysteriously. “And the sooner the better.”
The two women entered the kitchen. Echo gave Chas a hug, handing off the insulated case to him so that he could transfer the ice cream to the freezer, and Missy set the heavy bag on the counter, already removing the tissue paper that obscured its contents. She pulled out two very expensive bottles of wine, one white, one red, with delight.
“Oh, Echo, you didn’t have to do this!” she exclaimed, touched at the thoughtful gift.
“But you’ll be glad I did,” her friend made light of the contribution. “Open up that red and let it breathe, and put the white in a bucket of ice to chill,” she instructed. “It’s a party, right?”
“Good food, good friends and good will…yeah, I’d say it’s a party,” Missy agreed, choking up a bit. The last couple of months had been tough for both of them, and it was more than pleasant to be able to relax and enjoy each other’s company with no worries for a change. The two women embraced, both teary, just as Chas came back into the room.
“Hey, what did I miss?” he asked, noting the emotion in the room. “And more importantly, how do I get in on this action?” he moved to them, arms open wide for a group hug that left them all laughing.
Missy set up wine glasses while Chas opened the bottle of red, and Echo filled the silver ice bucket for the white. The three friends laughed and talked during the rest of the food prep, then sat down together at a table which the multifaceted detective had decked out in white linen, fine china and silver, complete with candlelight and crystal. They ate until they were more than satisfied, and Missy and Echo decided to go for a walk before indulging in dessert, while Chas insisted upon doing cleanup all by himself. Shooing them out the door, he donned his apron once more and tackled the mountain of dishes that awaited.
“So, when are you and Mr. Wonderful going to take it to the next level?” Echo asked boldly, tucking her hands into the pockets of her coat as they strolled through the detective’s peacefully elegant neighborhood.
Missy giggled at her friend’s complete lack of restraint in asking direct personal questions. “I have no idea what you mean,” she hedged, still smiling.
“Don’t give me that,” her friend nudged her playfully with an elbow. “You know exactly what I mean. You two have been dating for months, you’re clearly crazy about each other – surely you’ve discussed the future,” she challenged.
“Umm…well, not in so many words.”
“What does that mean?” Echo persisted.
“Well, I guess it means that neither of us really thinks in those kinds of terms. I mean, I don’t have any plans for not being with him, and I’m pretty sure that he has no plans of not being with me, but we’re both so busy just living life that the subject hasn’t really come up,” Missy shrugged.
“You two are so weird,” Echo shook her head in mock-consternation.
“Maybe that’s why we’re so good together,” was the cheeky response.
“Maybe so,” Echo grinned back, finally
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