I am putting my hand-written manuscript, There Was A Time, Oh, Pilgrim, When The Stones Were Not So Smooth, into the computer. I was coming to the end of my main character’s (Alison Alexandra) high school reunion.
When I type I aim, at the end of day, to be at the end of one of my hand-written pages.
The folk at the table where Alison Alexandra sat, had all trooped up to get the buffet food. When they returned, there was a bottle of wine on the table, with a bow tied around it, And a card. I was at the bottom of a page.
But I wanted to know who got the wine. So onward I typed.
I’m guessing (hoping) if it interests me so much to know who got the wine, the reader will give a “Hoot! Hoot! (as did the folk at the table) when the card is read.
When they reach the food tables, there is not the curiosity from others concerning who is who. Most are intent about filling plates and returning to their tables.
Everyone at their table is getting steak except for Betty, who has opted for the salmon. She also opts to carry Allan’s plate as she sends him on to the bar to get another round of drinks. She looks at Ed and Lee.
“Are you two satisfied with tea and coffee? Those drinks they are going to bring to the table, carried by sadly inexperienced students.”
“That’s fine with us,” says Lee. “And we can always snag some bottled water.”
Plate in hand they return to their table. In their absence a plate of rolls and butter has been deposited in the middle. There is also a bottle of red wine, with a bow and a note attached.
“Well, well,” says Betty, wanting to immediately open the unaddressed envelope. “I’ve never seen the like of this.”
“A modest but decent bottle,” says Alison Alexandra.
“Maybe you have a secret admirer,” says Betty.
“Maybe you do,” says Alison Alexandra.
Betty Dragger is taken by surprise at the idea and snorts. She then sees Big Stakes Gamble approaching, and clears some space for the drinks he is carrying. He is fast at a sip of his beer before he speaks.
“Who got the wine?”
“We don’t know,” says Betty.
“Then someone should open the card.” He picks up the bottle and hands it to Ed. “And that sounds like a job for an officer of the law.”
Ed is not sure if a joke is being played, and if it is being played on him. He is as curious as not, so he takes the knife beside his plate and slits open the envelope. He reads the card and laughs.