Have a pastry?

10 September 2011
452

R. Linda:

WELL! I have news on the man with the wealthy parents and mansion problem. He had some papers I needed, and I ran to La Maison to pick them up. I thought, this be good, I get to see what all the fuss be about. I pull up the long tree-lined drive to see a working horse barn on one side that be three times the size of me own abode, and as I come up, there be the main house, which, if you saw it from the sky, would look like a long manor home with an L at each end. Impressive. There are woods all around, a heated in-ground pool with cabana, fields with white fencing, a three-berth garage and yes, there was the carriage house, also twice the size of me abode. Well, my friend was standing by his car talking to his Mam, a lovely little woman.

As I walked up to them, I could hear him saying to her, "No, dinner is still on at the Mexican place," and while that was being said, I was wondering meself if me and me wife should dress in old ripped jeans for the occasion and since it be a Mexican place is everyone inclined to be wearing sombreros? I guess it's anyone's call, huh?

So I was introduced, and a pleasant conversation went on for a wee bit before we both heard his Mam muttering under her breath something about not remembering (she said) "to come to her house for dinner wearing long gowns and tuxedos, but OK. Mexican restaurante, jeans -- CHECK!" Then she muttered something about those expensive pastries (they certainly do take up a lot of her mind). Well, this got the boyo thinking, and he blurted out, "Hey, Mom, why don't we all come back here for dessert?" Just then, his Da called him. He had a phone call and told me not to move. He'd be right back, and off he went, leaving me with his puzzled Mam.

"You heard about THIS," she asked me, gesturing to the house and grounds. "I honestly don't know what we are supposed to do. Never in all my born days!" She shook her head in wonder at the direction that her son had left. Then she grabbed me arm in apparent startledness at a thought that had just stuck her. "Uh oh, what part of the house are we going to? I am so confused, Gabriel. The one major problem I am having with this IS -- when I was under the assumption I was having dinner HERE, I ordered a tray of pastries and had prepaid. When I got told there was no dinner, just chips and football, it was too late to cancel the order. So here I am thinking, this is nice; I'll have to eat them all alone! But maybe not," she looked up at me brightly, "I don't for the life of me know what side of the house we are going to when we come back from dinner out. I think I'll stand out in the driveway between these two buildings with the tray of pastries, and as they go to whichever side of the house they deem fit to be seen in, I'll hand them a pastry!"

OH GOD, LOVE HER, I had to laugh. We stood there like two loons laughing when me friend re-joined us and asked what was so funny, but we couldn't tell him without hurting his feelings. Hence, we both said at the same time, "Nothing!" which made it worse, but I got him around instantly to the reason I was there, and that ended it with his Mam taking her leave, as we talked business for a few minutes before I left. Yup, it should be interesting, I like his Mam's sense of humour, so it should be quite the night.

Gabe
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