“Coffee, please”, is almost always Ian’s first line. Ian slept badly and for him, meeting a girl was both difficult and wondrous.
Worried, he slept badly, a girl, naked, beside him. Ian was naturally charming. Neither good nor bad looking he played upon his intelligence and charm. He rose early leaving Lisa sleeping. Few girls were captivated by him but the few who listened, were not so bothered with good looks, could be ensnared by his charms. A feast awaited Lisa when she first woke in his small bungalow. A tray filled with cut peppers, tiny fresh tomatoes from his garden, sliced carrots, apples, Milano salami, stuffed olives, freshly baked bread slathered in salted butter, slices of various cheeses and cured hams as well as freshly squeezed oranges in crystal glasses.
Freshly brewed coffee.
He sat on her side of the bed and kissed her. Murmuring in her sleep she slowly came awake breathing out the alcohol of the night before, embarrassed and modest despite all they had done the night before. Each had seen all of each other. She pulled the cover up covering all of herself to the neck. I kissed her again and sat back telling her about all the morning treats that awaited her presence.
Toilet, washing, ablutions done. We sat again, as we had the night before, over the table, holding hands, looking into each other’s eyes. Nibbling the food, enjoying the coffee and juice.
We fell in love.
This is not from the novel Twisted Sisters; rather, it was meant to reflect some of the scenes in the story. The kind of thing that may have happened but did not. The tale itself contained little about food and so I imagined what the lovers mentioned may have feasted upon...
Thanks for stopping by to share your food for thought, Ray!
