Late and soon
Friday night began as it is wont to in these parts – this “Italian village” as Flower refers to it – R&A came over for a glass of wine, then M walked down with A. The sky turned dark black and suddenly a storm passed through. We watched and waited for the rain to lighten up.
Then we walked down the bayou and across the Magnolia Bridge over to Swirl, where Flower was further indoctrinated into the neighborhood.
The Turks were out in full regalia, old and new – Moosey was there having been absent for a while, the girls were there, and it was Friday night in the hood. Towards the end, B walked in with a gangly black lab puppy in her arms and said the dog was lost, so suddenly I became its surrogate mother.
We brought her home and decided not to leave her, so she stayed in the car, behaving herself.
Then we went to Lola’s and had two large tables with musical chairs of people coming and going. The two young Turks – the imported hotties – were holding court while the rest of us went through our usual ritual of wine and conversation.
J had a kennel so she brought it over and we put the dog in and she screamed and cried for about 45 minutes before finally falling asleep.