I hadn’t yet gotten around to telling her when Janie melted down and had to be taken home. I figured the Saturday Market would be a safe place to break the news, being a public place and all. Bringing Janie along made it a real family affair. Right.
We walked around the stalls drinking coffee from paper cups. I had just bought her one of those sticky Bulgarian pastries she adores, since I figured it would be best if both her hands were occupied. But then that damned musician did his disappearing schtick with the piano and Janie started shrieking.
Perhaps he needs some time alone with her. Away from Janie?
I agree them darned musicians, they always pick the wrong moment. Yesterday one stopped playing just as I am getting up courage to ask a girl to dance.
Great take on the prompt
There has to be a better way… and if not do it anyway.
Dear J Hardy,
Guess she figured it out on her own. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Timing is everything. At least the piano player put an end to the procrastination. Good write.
Oh, I think Janie figured it out and played her own card. Good stuff.
I was wondering what he needed to tell her and why the disappearing act was so upsetting.
I need to guess what he wanted to tell her!
Yeah, I wanted to know what he’s going to tell her, especially as he wants both her hands occupied but Janie keeps getting in the way. Nice take, leaving us wanting to know more
That seems a difficult talk to come, especially when she realizes how he hides behind Janie and the location. Better tell it as it is and get it over with. Good story.