My shameless plug for the week, ladies and gentlemen. Which always makes me think of a...ya know...butt plug, for some reason. So, there you go again, my weird mental tangent for the week. Tada!
And now on to one of my favorite snippets of my favorite scenes in 'tis the Season. :)
What had I done?
I stood at the antique China cabinet that had been my grandmother’s and tried to pick out the wine glasses. My mother was futzing with my cheese platter for the fourth time.
After we’d sat and talked over more wine the night before, Brogan had helped me tether the tree so it wouldn’t attack me anymore and then gone up to his apartment after a very steamy and very long kiss goodnight.
Now, I was about to subject him to my family. See, I get these super romantic notions of the holidays every year. And every year, once everything begins and people are arriving, I remember why this isn’t a movie. The holidays rarely mimic TV shows and holiday films. Unless you count the show Cops or the movie The Ref.
“Now, this young man you’ve invited. Wait, what is this stuff again?” My mother pointed to the green on my cheese platter. I’d gone all out. Nice cheeses, grapes of three colors, two kinds of olives, salted nuts and a variety of crackers.
I sighed. “Fig leaves, Mom.”
“They’re not poisonous are they?”
I looked at her, a wine glass in each hand.
“Because I don’t want to have to go to the emergency room on Christmas Eve. It will be mobbed.”
I wanted to answer, but I was too dumbfounded to speak.
“Natalie Jane, have you been struck mute?”
“Mom, are figs poisonous?”
“Well, of course not.”
“So why in the world would the leaves be?”
“Your logic is flawed, Natalie. There are many plants that have some poisonous bits and
some edible bits.”
“Okay,” I said. “Let me ask you this. Why would I put poisonous leaves on a cheese platter?”
“Maybe you didn’t know.”
“Well, how would I know to answer your question then?”
My mother pressed her hot pink, lipsticked lips together and narrowed her eyes. “I hope we don’t all die.”
“Me, too,” I said. Well, most of us