covered in orange sauce and the jeans
she wore every weekend. Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and she dashed
down the stairs. Peeking in the kitchen, she saw that Nora had covered her
butt. She passed her and Dorothy staring at the boob tube in the den. Nora had
even given Dorothy a glass of wine. Jamie smiled weakly at Nora, who shook her
head at her, as Dorothy reached for the housekeeper’s hand. “Gracias,” Jamie
whispered.
“Mas dinero. Queiro mas.” Nora rubbed her fingers together.
Jamie shrugged her shoulders and walked to the front door, knowing
exactly what Nora wanted.
The friends all rolled in together.
“It smells…” Danielle wrinkled up her nose.
“Burnt,” Jamie replied. Her friends laughed and followed her into the
combined open family room and kitchen. “Sorry, but uh, no duck a l’orange for
you.” She waved her hand over a tray of cheese and crackers, grapes, apple
slices and strawberries. “Dig in. It’s gourmet, I assure you.”
“I don’t do duck anyway.” Danielle smiled and reached for the bottle of
Viognier in the ice bucket. “You try too hard. You should know by now that we
aren’t a difficult crowd to please.”
“Look who’s talking.” Alyssa took a seat on the end barstool and pulled
her hair back into a ponytail. She wore a cream colored v-neck sweater that
contrasted beautifully with her dark skin. “What was it you served last time?
Veal scallopini?”
“We were drinking Italian wines,” Danielle replied.
“Personally, I am with Jamie on this. I get sick of the gourmet food.”
Kat handed Danielle the corkscrew at the end of the counter.
“Sure,” Jamie said. “Christian’s food is so horribly boring.”
“No, of course not. But you know it’s nice to have something simple
sometimes. And it’s better on my waistline. I swear my husband doesn’t know how
to cook without using a cup of butter and cream in every sauce.” She pinched
her waist. “And it shows. Just look at my ass. I could hardly squeeze into
these.” She turned around and patted her butt. “And I won’t even show you the
excess baggage hanging over these suckers. Thank God for loose fitting
blouses.” She ruffled out her blouse. It was on the larger, longer side, which
as far as her friends were concerned was totally unnecessary. Kat seemed to
have a skewed image of her body shape. “Not to mention black. Thank God for the
color black.” Kat’s flowy blouse happened to be black.
“Please. You look great,” Danielle said. “Here.” She’d uncorked the wine
and poured glasses for each of them. “So I have some news.”
They all leaned in over the kitchen counter.
“Yes. What is it?” Kat waved her hands in small circles.
“The Bastard’s child bride is preggers again!”
Kat almost spit out her sip of wine. Jamie’s went down the wrong way,
causing her to cough for a minute, and Alyssa’s eyes widened.
“I know. How stupid! First Al knocks her up while screwing her behind my
back and she has twins. They’re barely three and now another one is on
the way.” Danielle picked up her glass and swirled the light golden contents
around.
“How do you feel about that?” Jamie asked.
“Feel about it?” Danielle laughed. “I think it’s fabulous.” She swallowed
another sip of wine. “Wait a minute, you all thought this would drive me batty
again? No seriously, this is the best news I could get. When I heard, all I
could think about was a fifty-year-old Al having to change more diapers, being
woken up in the middle of the night, and then going through all the toddler
stages again. Times three .” She held up three fingers and grinned. “It’s
perfect revenge for me. I only have two years until Cassie leaves the roost and
then I can travel, go back to school if I want to, and really grow my winery.
Al is starting over at fifty. He has all of these babies to deal with and
raise. I mean, what if she leaves his aging ass? He’ll have to pay Stacey
she wore every weekend. Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and she dashed
down the stairs. Peeking in the kitchen, she saw that Nora had covered her
butt. She passed her and Dorothy staring at the boob tube in the den. Nora had
even given Dorothy a glass of wine. Jamie smiled weakly at Nora, who shook her
head at her, as Dorothy reached for the housekeeper’s hand. “Gracias,” Jamie
whispered.
“Mas dinero. Queiro mas.” Nora rubbed her fingers together.
Jamie shrugged her shoulders and walked to the front door, knowing
exactly what Nora wanted.
The friends all rolled in together.
“It smells…” Danielle wrinkled up her nose.
“Burnt,” Jamie replied. Her friends laughed and followed her into the
combined open family room and kitchen. “Sorry, but uh, no duck a l’orange for
you.” She waved her hand over a tray of cheese and crackers, grapes, apple
slices and strawberries. “Dig in. It’s gourmet, I assure you.”
“I don’t do duck anyway.” Danielle smiled and reached for the bottle of
Viognier in the ice bucket. “You try too hard. You should know by now that we
aren’t a difficult crowd to please.”
“Look who’s talking.” Alyssa took a seat on the end barstool and pulled
her hair back into a ponytail. She wore a cream colored v-neck sweater that
contrasted beautifully with her dark skin. “What was it you served last time?
Veal scallopini?”
“We were drinking Italian wines,” Danielle replied.
“Personally, I am with Jamie on this. I get sick of the gourmet food.”
Kat handed Danielle the corkscrew at the end of the counter.
“Sure,” Jamie said. “Christian’s food is so horribly boring.”
“No, of course not. But you know it’s nice to have something simple
sometimes. And it’s better on my waistline. I swear my husband doesn’t know how
to cook without using a cup of butter and cream in every sauce.” She pinched
her waist. “And it shows. Just look at my ass. I could hardly squeeze into
these.” She turned around and patted her butt. “And I won’t even show you the
excess baggage hanging over these suckers. Thank God for loose fitting
blouses.” She ruffled out her blouse. It was on the larger, longer side, which
as far as her friends were concerned was totally unnecessary. Kat seemed to
have a skewed image of her body shape. “Not to mention black. Thank God for the
color black.” Kat’s flowy blouse happened to be black.
“Please. You look great,” Danielle said. “Here.” She’d uncorked the wine
and poured glasses for each of them. “So I have some news.”
They all leaned in over the kitchen counter.
“Yes. What is it?” Kat waved her hands in small circles.
“The Bastard’s child bride is preggers again!”
Kat almost spit out her sip of wine. Jamie’s went down the wrong way,
causing her to cough for a minute, and Alyssa’s eyes widened.
“I know. How stupid! First Al knocks her up while screwing her behind my
back and she has twins. They’re barely three and now another one is on
the way.” Danielle picked up her glass and swirled the light golden contents
around.
“How do you feel about that?” Jamie asked.
“Feel about it?” Danielle laughed. “I think it’s fabulous.” She swallowed
another sip of wine. “Wait a minute, you all thought this would drive me batty
again? No seriously, this is the best news I could get. When I heard, all I
could think about was a fifty-year-old Al having to change more diapers, being
woken up in the middle of the night, and then going through all the toddler
stages again. Times three .” She held up three fingers and grinned. “It’s
perfect revenge for me. I only have two years until Cassie leaves the roost and
then I can travel, go back to school if I want to, and really grow my winery.
Al is starting over at fifty. He has all of these babies to deal with and
raise. I mean, what if she leaves his aging ass? He’ll have to pay Stacey
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