Laura: ARE YOU SERIOUS? I’m with Kim and she just screamed in my ear. Tell us
everything.
Me: His name is Dean, and he’s amazingly sweet.
Me: Before Kim asks, yes, he’s sexy too.
Laura: What else? How far have you gone?
Me: He really seems to care about me, and he makes me feel precious. Cared for. It’s hard to explain.
Me: Yeah, we kissed a little. Beyond that, tell Kim to mind her own.
Laura: You know that she’s saying that all of our love lives are her business.
Me: LOL - yeah, I know. All I can say is that he’s incredibly gorgeous, and I feel like I’m dissolving into clouds every time he touches me.
Laura: I just told Kim that our poet has fallen in love, and she’s making gagging noises. But honestly, I want to hear how your poetry changes.
Me: Me too, actually. I’ve been writing all afternoon. He inspires me. I love the way he looks at the world.
Noticing the little clock on the table, I realized I had to be in the kitchen in three minutes.
Me: I have to get to the farmhouse to prep for supper. Hug each other for me.
Laura: Hug Dean for us. Kim says to grab his ass, but I say that’s your call.
Me: You’re both terrible. Bye.
I peeked out the window to see that the rain had stopped. I brushed my hair out and put on
a flowery sundress, rushing into the farmhouse to help with dinner.
Miriam introduced me to the new guest, Ryan, who instantly launched into elaborate stories
of tours with his band. He was a pretty good looking guy, although a bit full of himself. But
he did spin a good tale, and Miriam and I were in stitches while we worked.
Tearing up the lettuce for the salad, I actually snort-giggled as Ryan told us about the time
his bass player got drunk after a gig and needed three band members to help her out of her
fishnets, which were caught in the zipper of her fancy high-heeled boots.
“So there she was, scream-laughing so loud that we thought we were going to be kicked
out of the hotel. She was on her back on the bed with her feet in the air, three guys yanking
at her legs and feet. That’s when Tim opened the door for the bell boy who was delivering
the extra rollaway bed for the night.”
We all cracked up as Ryan shook his head. “I can’t imagine what he thought was going on,
or what told the rest of the staff.”
I saw Dean pass by the doorway, and waved, but he didn’t seem to see me. Miriam and I