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“Here you go.” Bruce pulled his latest creation out of his backpack and put it on the lunch table in front of Emma. “For tomorrow, when we play in the school talent show.” Emma sucked air in through her teeth and her eyes bugged out like he’d put a snake on her lunch tray. It was great. “Want me to help you put it on?” He reach out like he was going to take the mask back, but she quick grabbed it and stuck it in her lap under the table. Continue reading Suzie’s House 312 : Where to Get a Mask 
His former lover came to visit. She couldn’t help but remember the night the ex stayed over – how she bounded across the darkened living room to the couch like a deer in a field. Yet when it came to the choice between hiking around in the park with them or getting the dishes done she said, “have fun” with a wave.
“Argh! It happened again.” Ben grabbed either side of his head and grimaced. “Yeah?” Lisa looked up from her legal pad. She was sitting on the other side of the dining room table so she could keep a vigilant eye on the kitchen. Ben didn’t care about when their writing sessions got interrupted, but it drove Lisa batty. With that much thumping around, and the good smells coming out, they’d have to make room for the plates soon. “Now I have to type it all over again, and I can’t remember what I wrote.” Continue reading Suzie’s House 311 : Word War
Theresa giggled. As soon as she realized it, she slapped a hand over her mouth, but the damage was done. Ted grinned back, his eyes saying gottcha! Pride wounded, she bristled, but Ted ignored her dignity and cracked another joke. Dangerous man. If he kept this up, where would she be?
Tracy smiled at her. She even waved. Emma felt so grateful, but kind of stunned, too. So she stayed sitting there at the exta-long lunch table instead of clearing her tray and going to the library. Maybe she could eat after all. Except Tracy didn’t come over right away. She sat talking to Gene for a minute. He looked up at her and waved, but didn’t stop unpacking his lunch. Kate still hadn’t looked at the long table, Justin and his friends were about done eating and starting to leave, and there was no sign of Bruce. So there Emma sat by herself at the end of the extra long table while every other member of the band hung out with someone else. Continue reading Suzie’s House 310 : Because We’re Bandmates
“Hey, Mom. What’s the sound of a flower opening?” “It’s the drip of spring rain, the humid kiss of a promise, the “sorry” of a wayward husband, the buzz of bees and the click of a casket closing.” “No. Really, is it a swick or more of a swoosh. I need it for a video I’m making.” . .
The big table where Tracy and Gene sometimes had their band meetings at lunch time didn’t have anyone sitting at it. It made Emma nervous and exposed, but she set her tray there right at the very end and sat down. It felt like everyone was looking at her. And not in the grand, movie-star way she liked to imagine. Continue reading Suzie’s House 309 : Eating Alone
“Everyone is smirking.” Theresa glared as she huddled against the bridge railing “Relax,” Old Man Michael handed her the harness. “They’re just remembering the first time they did it. Put that on.” “Are you sure they don’t think I’m crazy?” “If they do, then they’re even crazier. They’ve all bungee jumped before.”
“Why is the cafeteria food always so putrid?” Alisha dropped her fork to the tray, making Emma flinch. “I know. Right? I crave real food. Like Chinese or something.” Katy picked at her food with a disgusted look on her face. “They had that Chow Mein stuff last week.” Kate shoveled in whatever the lunch ladies wanted to call the glop they were supposed to eat today like it was no problem. Continue reading Suzie’s House 308 : Food, Fibs, and Friends
“I can’t go yet. I have to hurry up and get my post ready.” “What post?” “Fiction Friday 55.” “Wait, it’s Friday already? How did that happen? I was sure it was still Thursday.” “It IS Thursday. Thursday night, which is when Fiction Friday 55 begins. You know how it goes. In the Internet, Friday begins on Thursday night.”
That band the kids had formed was practicing in Suzie’s parlor when Miranda dragged herself home. It was pretty late, but there was no sign of Vin yet, and the only sign of Suzie was a cake and a pile of cookies on a cooling rack. Miranda settled at the kitchen table with a glass of milk and plate of cookies. It made her feel young. Continue reading Suzie’s House 307 : Totally Different
“Potatoes can’t feel.” That’s when the potato in the oven popped and steamed.
“It’s good.” Vin held his fork at a dubious angle. His New York strip gleamed red and juicy, just the way he liked it, but he didn’t look all that happy about it. “Yeah.” Miranda cut into her seared duck breast with about the same enthusiasm. They’d been to a dozen restaurants in as many days. Before moving in with Suzie she’d done this routinely. “But…” “…It isn’t as good as what Suzie makes.” Vin said at the same time she did. Continue reading Suzie’s House 306 : Dinner and a Movie
“Mom, be careful when you go past the high school or you’ll run over one of those stupid teenagers.” “You’re a teenager,” Mom pointed out. “Not like these. Bye!” She hopped out of the car right in front of the front doors. Not two seconds later, a herd of late teenagers ran across the road like deer. “Thank God she’s not like those,” Mom muttered.
“What do you want.” Bruce made it sound more like an accusation than a question. Tracy shrugged. “I was just curious.” Which was the truth. She’d sat in the theater after the guys all marched out and thought about it, then thought some more. They all went out with a signal from Bruce, all at the same time. They acted shifty as they left and even as they went in to see the Passion Pit concert. No matter how she looked at it, Bruce was up to something. Continue reading Suzie’s House 305 : Fitting in Backstage |
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