“Is that dead meat?”
Erica giggled. “We humans frown on people who eat live meat, Miss Suddenly-Turned-Vegetarian. Last week Mom cooked curried goat, and she said you had some.”
“Were you having a heart-to-heart with her?” Kelly asked suspiciously, lowering her voice.
“Yup,” Erica grinned. “We went to New Beginnings for lunch and we both sat and licked our lips for an hour when we saw the owner. I think his name is Winston or Froggie. I hear them calling him by both names.”
“Oh, brother.” Kelly rolled her eyes. “When is mom going to act her age, and when are you going to find yourself a husband?”
“Whenever you tell Theo about Mark,” Erica retorted, grinning.
“Shhh,” Kelly said, slapping her sister on her hand. “I can't stand you. Don’t like you. Wish I never told you a thing.”
“You two at it again.” Theo came to the doorway. “Come, huns, we gotta go. Erica, I looked in on Mark. He’s sleeping peacefully. Here’s the baby monitor. If anything happens call me immediately.”
Erica laughed. “Parent trumps nurse. Okay, sir, I will call you as soon as anything happens. Go out and enjoy yourselves and tell Froggie that Erica says hello. He might give you a discount if you tell him,” she said, winking.
Theo laughed. “Froggie is married, Erica. That shining gold band on his finger is a wedding ring.”
“You know him?” Erica squealed. “You know the owner of New Beginnings?”
Theo nodded. “I know his mother better though; she is married to a pastor friend of mine.”
“Drat it,” Erica said disappointed. “He has this little air of danger about him, you know. Mom and I were saying he'd make a good husband for me. I didn’t see him wearing a ring, are you sure?”
“Yes,” Theo grinned, “he got married almost a year ago to a Miss Jamaica finalist. Can't remember her first name. She’s Stanley Winter's daughter.”
“There goes my dreams, dashed,” Erica grumbled. “I should have carried more meat to soothe my weary soul.”
Kelly laughed. “You are too funny. Let’s go, husband.”
They drove toward New Beginnings, chatting about the children and Erica's perpetual man-hunt. They arrived ten minutes early and sat in the lounge area. There were some instrumental jazz sounds coming through discrete speakers.
“That’s my song,” Kelly said excitedly to Theo.
Theo grinned and kissed her on the lips.
“Ehem.” A pretty girl with a notepad stood near them. “That’s George Benson and Al Jarreau's version of the song ‘Ordinary People,’” she informed them.
Kelly looked up smiling. “I had no idea who was playing, but I know my jam when I hear it.”
The girl smiled. “Your table will be ready soon. What would you like to drink in the meantime? We have so many options: green juice, fruit juice, all the healthy options. The chef’s special is a papaya, mango and pineapple blended. No liquor, sorry.”
“That’s fine, we don’t drink,” Theo said. “We’ll take the chef's special.”
“Cool,” the waitress said, scribbling something down on her paper.
“Is Froggie around?” Theo asked. “I got a special hello for him.”
The girl grimaced. “No, sir. Froggie is in Kingston for a wedding. His wife's sister, I think.”
“Oh,” Theo grinned.
“Your juice is coming up.” The girl walked away and Theo looked at Kelly. I really wanted you to meet Froggie. He was an inner-city don, you know. His wife is one of those upper crust Winters. I don’t know how they even know each other—another time, I guess.”
“I really like the atmosphere here,” Kelly said, nodding. “So I am guessing we will eventually meet. This could be our date-night spot.”
She was relaxing in her chair and drinking her juice and chitchatting with Theo when she suddenly felt a stare. She looked up and there was Chris at the door of the lounge. He was standing beside a statuesque woman, who was clinging to his arm possessively. His jaw
Erica giggled. “We humans frown on people who eat live meat, Miss Suddenly-Turned-Vegetarian. Last week Mom cooked curried goat, and she said you had some.”
“Were you having a heart-to-heart with her?” Kelly asked suspiciously, lowering her voice.
“Yup,” Erica grinned. “We went to New Beginnings for lunch and we both sat and licked our lips for an hour when we saw the owner. I think his name is Winston or Froggie. I hear them calling him by both names.”
“Oh, brother.” Kelly rolled her eyes. “When is mom going to act her age, and when are you going to find yourself a husband?”
“Whenever you tell Theo about Mark,” Erica retorted, grinning.
“Shhh,” Kelly said, slapping her sister on her hand. “I can't stand you. Don’t like you. Wish I never told you a thing.”
“You two at it again.” Theo came to the doorway. “Come, huns, we gotta go. Erica, I looked in on Mark. He’s sleeping peacefully. Here’s the baby monitor. If anything happens call me immediately.”
Erica laughed. “Parent trumps nurse. Okay, sir, I will call you as soon as anything happens. Go out and enjoy yourselves and tell Froggie that Erica says hello. He might give you a discount if you tell him,” she said, winking.
Theo laughed. “Froggie is married, Erica. That shining gold band on his finger is a wedding ring.”
“You know him?” Erica squealed. “You know the owner of New Beginnings?”
Theo nodded. “I know his mother better though; she is married to a pastor friend of mine.”
“Drat it,” Erica said disappointed. “He has this little air of danger about him, you know. Mom and I were saying he'd make a good husband for me. I didn’t see him wearing a ring, are you sure?”
“Yes,” Theo grinned, “he got married almost a year ago to a Miss Jamaica finalist. Can't remember her first name. She’s Stanley Winter's daughter.”
“There goes my dreams, dashed,” Erica grumbled. “I should have carried more meat to soothe my weary soul.”
Kelly laughed. “You are too funny. Let’s go, husband.”
They drove toward New Beginnings, chatting about the children and Erica's perpetual man-hunt. They arrived ten minutes early and sat in the lounge area. There were some instrumental jazz sounds coming through discrete speakers.
“That’s my song,” Kelly said excitedly to Theo.
Theo grinned and kissed her on the lips.
“Ehem.” A pretty girl with a notepad stood near them. “That’s George Benson and Al Jarreau's version of the song ‘Ordinary People,’” she informed them.
Kelly looked up smiling. “I had no idea who was playing, but I know my jam when I hear it.”
The girl smiled. “Your table will be ready soon. What would you like to drink in the meantime? We have so many options: green juice, fruit juice, all the healthy options. The chef’s special is a papaya, mango and pineapple blended. No liquor, sorry.”
“That’s fine, we don’t drink,” Theo said. “We’ll take the chef's special.”
“Cool,” the waitress said, scribbling something down on her paper.
“Is Froggie around?” Theo asked. “I got a special hello for him.”
The girl grimaced. “No, sir. Froggie is in Kingston for a wedding. His wife's sister, I think.”
“Oh,” Theo grinned.
“Your juice is coming up.” The girl walked away and Theo looked at Kelly. I really wanted you to meet Froggie. He was an inner-city don, you know. His wife is one of those upper crust Winters. I don’t know how they even know each other—another time, I guess.”
“I really like the atmosphere here,” Kelly said, nodding. “So I am guessing we will eventually meet. This could be our date-night spot.”
She was relaxing in her chair and drinking her juice and chitchatting with Theo when she suddenly felt a stare. She looked up and there was Chris at the door of the lounge. He was standing beside a statuesque woman, who was clinging to his arm possessively. His jaw
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