This Day in History

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

VELVET

EARS LIKE A CANINE

Kathleen was more than uncomfortable. She couldn’t loosen the vice that gripped her entire torso. Why she accepted the invitation was a mystery to her. But when she returned the RSVP, things were a lot different. Tonya was alive, and she hadn’t been crowned Winston’s fiancée.
“You’re at table seventy three.” The young lady at the large table checked Kathleen’s name from the list. “Would you like an escort?”
“No, I’m fine, thank you.”
Winston stood closer to Kathleen and rubbed her arm. He missed the feel of her. He missed her, and decided to do whatever it took to win her back. He leaned over the table. His voice was barely a whisper.
“Is there any way I can switch tables?”
“I’m not allowed to do that sir. I’m sorry.”
*
Hope’s ears perked up. She inched forward because she thought she hadn’t heard right. A change of table, without having to check in, was exactly what she needed. Without a second thought she tapped the man’s shoulder.
“Excuse me. I couldn’t help but overhear your problem. I think I might be able to help.”

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