already that morning and there was no need to take any other trips down memory lane.
But apparently the trip down memory lane was not ending any time soon. Tracey had chosen a restaurant that was a family favorite. They had been to this Italian restaurant so many times over the years. It was the one spot where they would all take time out and get together over good food, good conversation, and dancing. It was a place that Daisy loved, but today was not the day that she wanted to stoke the fires of old memories.
As soon a she pulled into the parking lot, she saw Tracey and her dad walking arm and arm into the restaurant. No Brian.
Maybe he was not coming and she could relax for the evening. That consideration was all thrown out the window when she saw Brian pull up in a red sports car and park. She tried to rush into the restaurant before he saw her, but it was too late.
"Let me get the door for you, Daisy." He reached behind her, holding the door open.
"Thank you." She stooped down under his arm and entered the restaurant.
"The two of you are right on time. We have the table ready." As Daisy and Brian entered the restaurant, Tracey extended her arms, inviting hugs from both of them.
They were seated and everyone ordered their food before the small talk began.
"Because Daisy is not in the hospital on her deathbed, I assume Brian did not cook."
Tracey snickered at Jack's comment.
"Actually, he did a great job," Daisy replied.
"You all always forget that I took several cooking classes." Brian's tone was frustrated. Daisy knew that he hated to be the topic of conversation.
"Ah yes, I do remember you took those classes," Jack replied. "Maybe when you retire you can put those skills to good use."
"Maybe. I had not thought of that. I have plenty of years before retirement happens, Jack."
Jack nodded. "Hopefully. But things happen and you could always use a plan B."
Daisy thought it best to change the subject when she saw Brian's jaw tighten. He loved baseball and that was all that he focused on. To hear any nonsense about back up plans and possibility of not playing professional sports made Brian's blood boil and the entire family knew it. Fortunately, she did not have to think too hard of something to say. The music playing provided the reprieve they needed.
Jack swayed in his seat. "Remember this song, Trace?"
Tracey put her fork down and tuned in to the music that was playing. "Yes. This was playing when we danced for the first time on our first date."
Jack extended his hand to her. "May I have this dance?"
Tracey pushed her chair back, enough to get up from behind the table.
"Yes, you may."
Jack and Tracey walked off to the dance floor, leaving Brian and Daisy alone at the table.
"I know that frustrates you when they are asking you about your career like that." Daisy was trying to offer an olive branch.
"Thanks for recognizing that," Brian replied, chewing on the inside of his cheek, a habit that he had obviously not gotten rid of.
They sat quietly, listening to the music, watching some of the other couples dancing. Brian poured himself another glass of wine.
"They look so good together," Daisy said out loud, more to herself than as a means of starting a conversation.
"They really do."
She turned to Brian, confused. "You think that they look good together."
He was leaned back in his chair, a look of frustration still on his face.
"They always have. They were meant for one another." He waved his hand in the air, as if what he was saying was public knowledge.
A young boy and a man approached the table, holding a piece of paper and a pen. "Mr. Faber. We hate to disturb you. But my son is a huge fan of yours. Can we trouble you for an autograph?"
"Sure, what's your name?" Brian asked the boy.
"Jake." The child was smiling from ear to ear.
Daisy watched as Brian stopped what he was doing to not only sign an autograph, but take pictures with the boy and his father. It was obvious that it made their day
But apparently the trip down memory lane was not ending any time soon. Tracey had chosen a restaurant that was a family favorite. They had been to this Italian restaurant so many times over the years. It was the one spot where they would all take time out and get together over good food, good conversation, and dancing. It was a place that Daisy loved, but today was not the day that she wanted to stoke the fires of old memories.
As soon a she pulled into the parking lot, she saw Tracey and her dad walking arm and arm into the restaurant. No Brian.
Maybe he was not coming and she could relax for the evening. That consideration was all thrown out the window when she saw Brian pull up in a red sports car and park. She tried to rush into the restaurant before he saw her, but it was too late.
"Let me get the door for you, Daisy." He reached behind her, holding the door open.
"Thank you." She stooped down under his arm and entered the restaurant.
"The two of you are right on time. We have the table ready." As Daisy and Brian entered the restaurant, Tracey extended her arms, inviting hugs from both of them.
They were seated and everyone ordered their food before the small talk began.
"Because Daisy is not in the hospital on her deathbed, I assume Brian did not cook."
Tracey snickered at Jack's comment.
"Actually, he did a great job," Daisy replied.
"You all always forget that I took several cooking classes." Brian's tone was frustrated. Daisy knew that he hated to be the topic of conversation.
"Ah yes, I do remember you took those classes," Jack replied. "Maybe when you retire you can put those skills to good use."
"Maybe. I had not thought of that. I have plenty of years before retirement happens, Jack."
Jack nodded. "Hopefully. But things happen and you could always use a plan B."
Daisy thought it best to change the subject when she saw Brian's jaw tighten. He loved baseball and that was all that he focused on. To hear any nonsense about back up plans and possibility of not playing professional sports made Brian's blood boil and the entire family knew it. Fortunately, she did not have to think too hard of something to say. The music playing provided the reprieve they needed.
Jack swayed in his seat. "Remember this song, Trace?"
Tracey put her fork down and tuned in to the music that was playing. "Yes. This was playing when we danced for the first time on our first date."
Jack extended his hand to her. "May I have this dance?"
Tracey pushed her chair back, enough to get up from behind the table.
"Yes, you may."
Jack and Tracey walked off to the dance floor, leaving Brian and Daisy alone at the table.
"I know that frustrates you when they are asking you about your career like that." Daisy was trying to offer an olive branch.
"Thanks for recognizing that," Brian replied, chewing on the inside of his cheek, a habit that he had obviously not gotten rid of.
They sat quietly, listening to the music, watching some of the other couples dancing. Brian poured himself another glass of wine.
"They look so good together," Daisy said out loud, more to herself than as a means of starting a conversation.
"They really do."
She turned to Brian, confused. "You think that they look good together."
He was leaned back in his chair, a look of frustration still on his face.
"They always have. They were meant for one another." He waved his hand in the air, as if what he was saying was public knowledge.
A young boy and a man approached the table, holding a piece of paper and a pen. "Mr. Faber. We hate to disturb you. But my son is a huge fan of yours. Can we trouble you for an autograph?"
"Sure, what's your name?" Brian asked the boy.
"Jake." The child was smiling from ear to ear.
Daisy watched as Brian stopped what he was doing to not only sign an autograph, but take pictures with the boy and his father. It was obvious that it made their day
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