Here's a little mealtime conversation from my WIP, The Dating List. Janice and Delia are sisters-in-law.
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“In case you haven’t noticed, Carrie doesn’t need any
help looking good. She’s gorgeous. She could wear a burlap sack and still be
the prettiest one in the room. And I’m not wearing yellow,” Delia chimed in.
“You’re a great cook,
Janice…of course you don’t know crap about fabrics or colors…but you’re an
expert with food.”
“Don’t kid yourself, Delia. I know plenty about fabric
and colors. Enough to know that the supporting
cast at the wedding should wear yellow. Make Carrie look good.”
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“In case you haven’t noticed, Carrie doesn’t need any
help looking good. She’s gorgeous. She could wear a burlap sack and still be
the prettiest one in the room. And I’m not wearing yellow,” Delia chimed in.
“You don’t have to be in the wedding, either, Delia. I
mean if the bride chooses yellow…I mean, it’s her choice…”
“Right mom. And I’m not choosing yellow. Not fond of
yellow. It’s a hard color to wear. And I wouldn’t do anything to keep Delia out
of the wedding party.”
Janice made a face but kept eating.
“The carrots are overcooked.”
Carrie sighed.
“What color did you have in mind for the bridesmaids?”
Leah asked, cutting a piece of potato with her fork.
“Raspberry or turquoise. Those are universal colors. They
look good on everybody, right, kid?” Delia piped up.
Carrie nodded, chewing her meat slowly.
“You should let her decide, Delia. After all, it is her wedding. You’ve had one and from
what I’ve heard…have a number of men lined up for number two.”
Delia dropped her fork and knife with a clatter. Grey
winced at the loud noise.
“I don’t know what people have been telling you, but I’m
not about to get married. No man can equal Jackson Tucker – present company
excluded, of course.”
“My brother was an amazing man,” Harv put in.
“Not that I couldn’t have my choice of a second husband.
Believe me, there are plenty of men interested…”
“I’m sure they’ve been busy sampling the goods first,”
Janice said.
“Can I help it if I’m a desirable woman? You make that
sound like a bad thing, Janice. How’s your sex life, anyway? Probably a bit
dried up, I’d imagine.”
Several people at the table gasped. Colin put his head
down, focusing on his food. Leah blushed while Carrie paled.
“Mom, Delia, please.”
“Tell us all about it, Delia. Any pointers? I’m sure the
younger people at the table would benefit from your…your…expertise.”
“Are you asking, Janice? Because if you are, I’d be happy
to give you some advice, privately. I know how to please a man. Do you?”
“Delia!” Carrie gasped.
“And so do you, Carrie. Obviously or you wouldn’t be
about to marry this fabulous sexy man sitting here,” Delia added.
Grey could feel the color start up his neck. Delia, are you drunk?
“How about those Knicks?”
Colin asked.
9 comments:
Oh, my! What a dinner-table conversation that was! A great read, Jean.
I would have definitely been embarrassed at THAT dinner table. It'd be fun as an observer though. lol. GREAT post this week!
Ouch, those were some sharp barbs flying! Well written Jean.
I loved the dinner conversation. It's realistic. Definitely something that would transpire at my dinner table. Love where this story is going Jean.
That's an interesting conversation and I feel sorry for Grey
Wow, I don't think I'd want to return to that dinner table if I were invited.
Great scene
Wow, great zingers in there, Jean between Delia and Janice. Love that the extended family is adding spice to the story.
I had to wear an iridescent blue bridesmaid dress. It looked like a giant bruise with the mandatory huge bow on the rearend.
I could feel myself start to slink under the table...very enjoyable word volley.
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