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wedge of Camembert and scooped some Brie out of the mangled wheel that the local crowd obviously didn’t know how to deal with properly.
“I was married to a big time plastic surgeon in the city, and that didn’t work at all. Mike is a successful, salt-of-the-earth guy…”
“And those muscles aren’t so bad either. How old is he?”
“41.”
“Really. I thought he was older than that.” I put a stack of crackers on top of the cheese and took another small plate for some rolled up salami and prosciutto slices with frilled toothpicks through them.
“Nope. He grew up in Dayton, met Meghan at Stetson University in DeLand, and they moved back here and got married right out of college at 22. Trevor was born when he was 24.”
“And when you were 14.“ Harvey waved us over to his table right up front. “So, he might not want more kids at this point.”
“Yeah. There are some issues I would have to think about.”
But, no doubt, if she wanted him, she could have him. “Just don’t break his heart, Jules. He’s a great guy, and he’s been through a lot.”
The guys got to the table at the same time with the punch and a pitcher of ice water. Harvey was wearing a light blue dress shirt with a red tie, and he was clean-shaven and had even trimmed the few hairs he had around the sides of his head. His ear hair had been trimmed back too, and he was wearing a dab of Eli’s cologne. I hardly recognized him.
“Lookin’ pretty sharp there tonight, Harvey.” I looked at Eli and tried to imagine what he’d look like with no hair. Emmm…not great. Well, on the bright side, I could probably get away with gaining ten more pounds when that happens.
“Arise, chosen Lamb of God.” Pastor Cassidy approached Harvey with an armful of white tunics, which she draped over the empty chair next to him. She was wearing a festive red choir robe today with one of the translucent white surplices over the top.
Harvey stood up, and she slid the garment over his head.
“Bless you all, and may the odds be ever in your favor!” She went off to the next table and did the same to Jerry Thatcher. Was this the Hunger Games ?
“Well, lookie there! The Chosen One is all prettied up for his visit with the Lord!”
Toe walked in with Essie and Hildie, and patted his buddy on the shoulder.
The three of them joined us to fill out our table. I’d better have another cracker with some cheese before Toe gobbles down all of our goodies.
The aunts were looking pretty good in their dresses and jewels. “We’re all praying for you, Harvey.” Hildie took the chair next to Harvey and sat down.
“Why do you need prayers, Dad? Is something wrong?” Eli was a little concerned about the comment.
“Oh, there’s nothing wrong with Harvey,” Essie reassured. “He just needs a little luck.”
Harvey leaned toward Eli and whispered, “I’m the Chosen One. Well, one of the six who’ve been chosen.”
“Chosen for what, Pop?”
“Just one will be picked…”
“That’s why we’re praying for him. So he will be the one.”
“Children of the Lord, please rise and join hands as we give thanks for the bountiful gifts we are about to receive.” Miranda Cassidy didn’t need a microphone to project to every corner of the dining hall, and the seniors stood quickly at her command. She stood on the stage next to a large white statue of God The Father seated on His throne with His arms outstretched in blessing. She raised her arms similarly, looked to the heavens, and said a prayer of thanksgiving.
When she was done I opened my eyes and raised my head, but the seniors all remained with their heads bowed and eyes closed. A minute later, Pastor Cassidy dropped her arms, and they all sat. It was a little eerie to the rest of us, as none of them were looking at her, yet they all sat in unison.
Eli raised his water glass for a toast. “Here’s to a bountiful harvest and to all the people I love most in the world.”
We all took a sip.
“I was married to a big time plastic surgeon in the city, and that didn’t work at all. Mike is a successful, salt-of-the-earth guy…”
“And those muscles aren’t so bad either. How old is he?”
“41.”
“Really. I thought he was older than that.” I put a stack of crackers on top of the cheese and took another small plate for some rolled up salami and prosciutto slices with frilled toothpicks through them.
“Nope. He grew up in Dayton, met Meghan at Stetson University in DeLand, and they moved back here and got married right out of college at 22. Trevor was born when he was 24.”
“And when you were 14.“ Harvey waved us over to his table right up front. “So, he might not want more kids at this point.”
“Yeah. There are some issues I would have to think about.”
But, no doubt, if she wanted him, she could have him. “Just don’t break his heart, Jules. He’s a great guy, and he’s been through a lot.”
The guys got to the table at the same time with the punch and a pitcher of ice water. Harvey was wearing a light blue dress shirt with a red tie, and he was clean-shaven and had even trimmed the few hairs he had around the sides of his head. His ear hair had been trimmed back too, and he was wearing a dab of Eli’s cologne. I hardly recognized him.
“Lookin’ pretty sharp there tonight, Harvey.” I looked at Eli and tried to imagine what he’d look like with no hair. Emmm…not great. Well, on the bright side, I could probably get away with gaining ten more pounds when that happens.
“Arise, chosen Lamb of God.” Pastor Cassidy approached Harvey with an armful of white tunics, which she draped over the empty chair next to him. She was wearing a festive red choir robe today with one of the translucent white surplices over the top.
Harvey stood up, and she slid the garment over his head.
“Bless you all, and may the odds be ever in your favor!” She went off to the next table and did the same to Jerry Thatcher. Was this the Hunger Games ?
“Well, lookie there! The Chosen One is all prettied up for his visit with the Lord!”
Toe walked in with Essie and Hildie, and patted his buddy on the shoulder.
The three of them joined us to fill out our table. I’d better have another cracker with some cheese before Toe gobbles down all of our goodies.
The aunts were looking pretty good in their dresses and jewels. “We’re all praying for you, Harvey.” Hildie took the chair next to Harvey and sat down.
“Why do you need prayers, Dad? Is something wrong?” Eli was a little concerned about the comment.
“Oh, there’s nothing wrong with Harvey,” Essie reassured. “He just needs a little luck.”
Harvey leaned toward Eli and whispered, “I’m the Chosen One. Well, one of the six who’ve been chosen.”
“Chosen for what, Pop?”
“Just one will be picked…”
“That’s why we’re praying for him. So he will be the one.”
“Children of the Lord, please rise and join hands as we give thanks for the bountiful gifts we are about to receive.” Miranda Cassidy didn’t need a microphone to project to every corner of the dining hall, and the seniors stood quickly at her command. She stood on the stage next to a large white statue of God The Father seated on His throne with His arms outstretched in blessing. She raised her arms similarly, looked to the heavens, and said a prayer of thanksgiving.
When she was done I opened my eyes and raised my head, but the seniors all remained with their heads bowed and eyes closed. A minute later, Pastor Cassidy dropped her arms, and they all sat. It was a little eerie to the rest of us, as none of them were looking at her, yet they all sat in unison.
Eli raised his water glass for a toast. “Here’s to a bountiful harvest and to all the people I love most in the world.”
We all took a sip.
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