Sunday, March 30, 2014

Ch201 No soup for you!



No soup for you!  photo credit: http://www.rudebaguette.com/assets/No_Soup_For_You_Wide.png


Violet placed her napkin on her lap and waited for everyone to be served. She looked up at the largest painting again and sighed. 

“I don’t think I’d ever leave this room if this were my home,” she said, smiling at Bug before briefly glancing at his father.

Rick grinned and winked at Sophie. “Hear that, Bug? Mrs. B. wants to live here. Which one of those dozens of rooms you willing to rent out to her?”

“She just said she wanted this room…wait…I didn’t count that many bedrooms,” John said. “Are there really that many?”

Elian laughed. “He’s kidding…I think. Aren’t you, Rick?”

“Not sure I am,” Rick retorted, smirking at Bug. “This counts as a mansion and Bug is richer than…well, maybe Warren Buffet.”

Bug glared at his father, refraining just barely from telling him, “Thanks a lot, Dad!” 

Instead he took in a calming breath and said, “I don’t think you’d really like it here, Mrs. Bennett. The hurricane season gets pretty scary.” Bug then gave a menacing look to Rick who seemed to be having entirely too much fun about this. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Violet said. “I just really like those paintings and I would always like to be around them just to look at them. Don’t you like them, Sco…uh, Rance?”

He cleared his throat, but didn’t answer directly. “I’m sure my father would be willing to part with them,” he said. “Not like they’re worth much to him….not worth any money after all.”

Monday, March 10, 2014

Ch200 Dinner and an art show

Still Life With Fruit and Game, by the 17th-century artist Frans Snyders



Rick did a double take. He stared at the couple on the patio for a minute, smirked, then closed the door and went back to the dining room where his friends were already seating themselves at one end of the massive teakwood table. 

“You guys ready for something unexpected and pretty interesting?” he said, coming into the dining room and sitting down across from Sophie with that smirk still on his face.

“Like what?” Danny asked, reaching for a warm roll from the basket a footman had only just placed on the table in front of him. He didn’t get within an inch of them, however, before he got his hand slapped back by Sophie. 

“Hey! I’m hungry,” he whined.