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Come On. Spill The Beans Already.
“So, what did you hear?” Lynn pushed her end of the seesaw up.
“I didn’t hear anything.” Chelsea held fast to the handles as her end went down. “She got home after I went to bed.”
“I was in bed, too, but I heard Uncle Ian on the phone.” Lynn’s seat lowered as Chelsea pushed off.
“What did he say?” Chelsea kicked her feet up as Lynn began to push off.
“I guess they went to dinner and he drove her around to show her the Christmas lights he put up.”
“I like the blow up things.” Chelsea planted her feet and pushed off.
“Those are neat. Uncle Ian said he put some of those up for people.”
“Do you think they’ll get married?” Chelsea’s end went down again.
“I hope so.” Lynn kicked her feet up as Chelsea planted hers to push.
“I do, too. Your church is pretty.”
“Yeah, I think everybody should get married there.”
Ivy wandered into the kitchen.
“Well?” Holly handed her a mug of coffee.
“Well what? I want some breakfast.” Ivy rubbed her weary eyes.
“Cereal or waffles?”
“Waffles.”
“There are regular and chocolate chip ones in the freezer. Tell me how it went.”
“How what went? Give me some chocolate chip ones.”
“Don’t be coy, Ivy.” Holly opened the freezer and grabbed a few waffles. “Your first date in basically forever.”
“It wasn’t a date.”
“For something that wasn’t a date, you sure were out all night.”
Ivy grabbed the waffles and plugged in the toaster. “It was hardly ‘all night’, Holly.”
“Well, whatever. What happened?”
“Do we have to do this?”
“Ivy, you have no social life and suddenly you’re out doing gosh knows what until all hours.”
“I was back before ten. That’s nothing like ‘all hours’.” She glared at the toaster, willing it to pop.
“For you, that’s definitely ‘all hours’. What did you do all that time?”
“We talked.”
“About?”
“About what a nosy jerk you are. Let me eat my breakfast.”
Holly got out the butter and syrup. “Sit down and drink your coffee. I’ll fix up your waffles when they pop.”
“He’s nice.” Ivy hunched over her mug of coffee.
“Well, that’s good. Did he apologize?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We got that behind us.” She yawned.
Holly plucked the waffles from the toaster. “So?”
“So, what?”
“Come on. Spill the beans already.” She buttered the waffles and poured generous curlicues of maple syrup over them.
A devilish smile crept across Ivy’s face. “Waffles first. Beans later.”
“You’re such a brat.” She put the plate in front of her sister. “Dig in.”
“With what? My fingers?”
Holly threw her hands up. “I’m getting Swiss cheese brain.” She got Ivy a knife and fork.
“I wish I was getting a Swiss cheese omelet.” She cut herself a piece of waffle.
“I can make you an omelet if you promise to talk.”
Ivy chowed down on her waffles. “I don’t think Santa approves of blackmail.”
“The suspense is killing me!” Holly yelled as she reached into the cabinet for a pan.
Ivy laughed to herself as she finished her waffles. “Yeah, yeah. I want to hear some eggs cracking.”
“Alright. I’m making it. I’m making it. What else do you want in it?”
“Ham, Swiss cheese, mushrooms, green onions.”
Holly ran from the kitchen with her hand over her mouth.
Ivy took her plate to the sink and washed it off. She got the ingredients together and started chopping.
When Holly got back, Ivy was just folding the omelet. “You okay?”
“Morning sickness.”
“Sorry. I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to do this.”
“Probably not. Everything smells a million times more intense.”
“You want one?”
“No, I already ate.” Holly stood there, holding her nose. “Are you going to keep me in suspense?”
Ivy flipped the omelet over. “Yes. I think I will.”
“Come on. You’re killing me.”
Ivy laughed. “Alright, alright. We had coffee. We had dinner. He showed me his jobs, and we talked.”
“His jobs?”
“He does Christmas lights for people.”
“Christmas lights?”
“You know, the outdoor lights and those blowup things.” She slid her omelet onto the plate.
“Sounds exciting.”
“It was magical, Holly. He does stuff like those videos you see on ViewToob with the music and the choreographed light shows.”
“Magical?” Holly followed her to the table. “That’s not a word I hear you say a lot.”
“I don’t know how else to describe it. Some of them are just basic, but the bigger jobs. Wow.”
“So, when’s the wedding?”
“I’m home!” Lynn called out as she unzipped her coat.
Bradley charged her like a rhino, and they plopped to the floor in a heap. “Hi, Lynn!”
“Oh, my goodness.” Mom laughed. “What happened?”
“Bradley is glad to see me.”
“How was your day?”
“It was fine. How was Uncle Ian’s date?”
“It was fine.”
“You guys were talking a long time for just ‘fine’.” Lynn wriggled free of her giggling brother.
“You were supposed to be asleep.”
“Who could sleep with Uncle Ian actually on a date?”
“I know, right?” She took Lynn’s coat. “Go wash your hands and I’ll tell you what I heard.”
“Yay!”
“Yay!” Bradley echoed his big sister.
“And you come with me, mister. Let’s have a snack.”
“Yay, snack.”
Mom carried him to the kitchen and slid him into his seat. “There you go. I’ll get you some chocolate milk.”
“Ooh! Me, too!” Lynn said. “So, what happened?”
“They went to the coffee place and got to know each other.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Good enough to keep them talking through dinner.”
“Where did they go?”
“Hmm, he didn’t actually say. He just said they had dinner and then he drove her around so she could see the lights he put up for people.”
“She went in his truck?”
“I guess so.”
“Ooooooo…”
“I don’t think there was any of that. He just said they were talking.”
“Well, at least she didn’t throw up on him.”
“Lynn, honey. You really need to let that go.”