"I bet you're pretty excited for tomorrow, right?" My cousin, Megan, asked me.
All the ladies in our family, except for Grandma, were sitting around our kitchen table scrapbooking photos from our cottage get-away last month. I dropped the robin charm back to my chest and clasped my hands on the table in front of me as the conversation put me in the spotlight.
I nodded my head and smiled.
"I would be too, if I were you." My aunt, Karen, said.
"We should have a party on Friday to celebrate!" Christy squealed, "We'll have a good, old, American cook out! We'll have it at my house of course and- oh I just found this recipe for the best apple pie we'll have to have that. My husband will grill and we'll have everyone else bring a side dish or something. Jane, you should make that potato salad that you do so well!"
"Oh, Christy, Friday is so last minute. I wouldn't want to put that kind of pressure on you." My mom told her.
"Oh, don't worry, I've done more in less time, you know that. Remember that time that my husband invited a whole bunch of his old college friends over and didn't even tell me until the morning before? That was a great party and put together in only six hours."
"I think having a party is a great idea, Mom," Isabelle chirped, "And I know that you'll do a great job putting it together."
I didn't need to be able to see to know that my mom rolled her eyes at Isabelle's comment.
I stuffed another one of my mom's cookies into my mouth as the conversation went back to Christy filling everyone in on the latest gossip.
"You know what I heard?" Another one of her famous stories began, "Wendy from across the street from me told me that her friend, Donovan's wife is pregnant with her sixth! I don't know how that poor woman does it - I could barely handle my three." She laughed.
A brief knock followed by the creak of the screen door opening caused a break in the conversation.
"Good afternoon, Cabre and Company!" Ariel bellowed as she galloped into the kitchen.
"Hi, Ariel," my mom laughed.
"Oh, what's going on here?" Ariel asked as she stood next to the table next to me.
"Scrapbooking," I informed her with a mouth full of cookie.
"Fun stuff," Ariel said semi-sarcastically.
"Ariel, what brings you here on this fine day?" my mother asked her.
"Oh!" Ariel jumped, suddenly remembering that she was here with a purpose, "I'm here to kidnap your daughter for a few hours." She put her arm around my shoulder, "We have some very important business to attend to."
"I see," my mom laughed, "By all means, go ahead. Have her back before twelve, please, Ariel." She warned.
"I'm taking this cookie as ransom." Ariel said as she took my hand and helped me out of my chair.
After saying good-bye to my family, Ariel led me out the front door then helped me into the passenger seat of her car.
"Where are we going?" I asked her as I clicked in my seatbelt and she climbed into the driver's seat.
"Today's the last day of the fair." She said to me like I should have known. Going to the county fair on the last day was a tradition of ours we started back in middle school. If you stayed late enough, by the end of the night venders would give away free prizes so they didn't have to box them back up.
I nodded. Ariel put the car in reverse and back out of our short driveway.
"Is Zach coming?" I asked her.
YOU ARE READING
The Color Blue
Teen FictionShe was one who didn’t judge a book by its cover; maybe it’s because she couldn’t. Blind since birth, London Cabre always relied on her brother to be the judge of people for her. She was scarred from her last boyfriend, misunderstood by her own fami...
