Welcome! Thanks for stopping by. Today's tidbit comes from my WIP. Scroll down to return to Tuesday Tales.“What’s eating you?” Jory asked, check the meat with a spatula.
SCENT OF LOVEJory slapped the small steak on the barbecue as Juliet came out. She’s wearing her pouty face. Sulking. Do I even want to know? Probably not.
"I don’t know what to write.” Juliet sucked on a pen as she plopped down in a lounge chair.
“This is your project. You couldn’t wait to write to that hottie, Bryce.”
“I know, I know. Rub my nose in it, why don’t you. Help me, Jory.
You’re a writer. Give me some mushy poetry or something.”
“My life seems to be about bailing you out.”
“You haven’t done anything for me lately.”
“Oh?” Jory cocked an eyebrow. “I seem to remember peeling you off that sailor when you had a few too many at Manny’s.”
“That was a week ago.”
Jory burst out laughing. “You win. Set the table, get the potato salad the cole slaw and steak sauce while I write your letter.”
“That’s the deal.”Juliet’s pout got bigger, her expression darker as she dragged into the kitchen. Jory sat down and took the pen in her hand.
“Dear Bryce. I’m Juliet. I’m writing to you through the Military Pen Pals program in Pine Grove. Please write and tell me all about yourself. I’m in hairdressing school. Do you have any brothers and sisters? I have an older sister. She’s the smartest woman in town.”
Juliet unloaded everything on the picnic table.“Here’s your letter.”
“Thanks.” Without reading it, Juliet signed it, and put it in an envelope. Jory smiled to herself and transferred the charred meat to a small platter. “Dinner’s ready.”