13 June 2011

short story

Woman with young daughter at a nice restaurant on a Friday evening. A jovial party of ten young adults dine separate, but adjacent. Mother tells waiter to start her off with a nice glass of wine. Normal enough. The young adults continue their dinner. The young girl orders something resembling a kids meal and a glass of juice. Another glass of wine for the mother - this time white is the grape of choice. Mostly silence between the two. Nearby the larger party discuss the latest movies. The party of two's meals arrive, and the mother asks the waiter to grab her another glass of red when he gets a chance. The young girl eats her spaghetti quite contently, fidgeting as kids of that age do. Nearby a member of the larger party drips a bit of his latte on his pants and the young girl observantly notices how his friends joke and prod him for that. Then the waiter brings out a desert plate and the larger group erupts in an ode to one of the friend's birthdays. All is fine on this night. The waiter delivers the next glass of wine to the mother. Then the waiter returns with a small desert with a lit candle for the young girl. The mother bids her daughter a happy birthday while finishing the last of the most recent glass of wine. Some of the more observant members of the larger group notice these events. They contemplate singing the young girl happy birthday - but decide against it. The mother struggles to gain traction as she tells her daughter to hurry up that its time to leave.

The tail of two birthdays.

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