The Young Waiter Flambeed the Smores Tableside
died to a faint murmur- only trying to protect her son
- strange, but harmless enough
- because of their stormy marriage
- in his velveteen uniform
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The young waiter flambéed the smores tableside, as is customary in Contraria. In his velveteen uniform he had to take care not to set his sleeves on fire. As he dished our individual portions I studied his face, trying to place that magnificent chin. Beneath my tuxedo jacket, Tallulah began a new series of peculiar pulsations. These squeezes were short and businesslike, not erotic, and in just a few moments I realized she was communicating through Morse Code.
Because of their stormy marriage, Tallulah and her husband often resorted to giving each other the silent treatment. But, being in the line of work they were, they still needed to communicate, so they mastered non-verbal techniques such as this one. It was strange, but harmless enough.
Her message to me was a desperate explanation of all of her prior bad deeds and how she was only trying to protect her son. My son. Our son.
I looked up at the waiter in shock and said, “Is it true? Am I your father?”
The conversations around me died to a faint murmur as I awaited his answer.
bonus points for using them in reverse order
I guess we’ll have to update the dramatis personae to reflect Tallulah’s marital status. (Is she still married?)
I think she is. It will be enlightening to figure out to whom.