|Our new veranda.|
So Red and I are sitting by the pool, in Siem Reap, Cambodia, waiting for our swimsuits to drip dry a bit…
Red: Shall I get us another Anchor beer?
Kathy: No, I’m good for now.
Red: I’m getting a couple for the frig for our veranda time tonight.
I just nod as she makes her way to the poolside bar and puts a couple of cold ones on our tab. She’s having such a good time, but trying to keep up with that girl! Oh, Lord, I may just have to allot myself a recovery nap while she explores Pub Street again! She returns, her alcoholic booty in hand.
Kathy: Sure. What are you going to do while I take a nap.
Red: See that cute guy over there?
Kathy: (spotting the tall, dark and handsome she’s locked in on) Yep. He’s a looker alright.
Red: He invited me to play a game of pool.
I chuckle, knowing full-well she was trying to get rid of me so she could get acquainted with her latest interest.
|The scene of the crime, oops, I mean pool game.|
Kathy: Would you like me to take the beer up with me?
Red smiles sheepishly. At least she’s capable of feeling sheepish. I love my outrageous, audacious character/friend.
Red: If you don’t mind?
This time I give her a full-bodied laugh.
Kathy: Nope. You have fun. I’ll see you in a couple of hours?
Red: Veranda time, right?
Red and I have traditionally had our best conversations on verandas (real or imagined) all over the world. It's nice to have a real one in a foreign country!
Kathy: Yes, I’ll be ready for some veranda time before we head out or dinner.
Red: See you then?
I lean in for the next bit.
Kathy: (whispering) Don’t you dare let him win!
She just grins knowing I know all her tricks. Hell, I invented them for her. I leave my protagonist behind to gather some rich material for the next book – See Red Run – a work-in-progress.
|We've come a long way baby!|